"You'll have your time, Dante. But don't forget, the clock is always ticking." With that, she vanished in a cloud of black smoke, leaving Dante alone in his destroyed throne room and thoughts.
He returned to the palace.
Quickly, his body felt something changing, as if his soul were... intertwining with something. Dante didn't have time to think; he just looked around and saw the two unconscious women.
"Damn it!" He yelled, but there was no time for questions; he rushed to them as fast as he could.
First, he went to Velryna, who was merely asleep. A relief for him, of course. He turned to Vex.
"She's just asleep too," Voralith said as she appeared beside a black-haired little girl.
"Voralith, what happened to me?" He questioned furiously. However... the Dragon couldn't answer for sure.
"Hard to say, maybe... well, I don't know," she said. Dante, on the other hand, glared at her heavily.
