"How long have I been trapped in this?" Dante questioned as he walked through the black abyss of his soul, occasionally encountering fallen and destroyed remnants of memories, fragments of things he once was.
"It's hard to say. It's been hours here, but in the real world... just a few seconds? I don't know, we need to end this soon. Asmodeus is being quite arrogant while rummaging through our soul," replied the man who materialized beside him.
"You've changed again," Dante noted, observing that his version was beginning to look distorted from the original body. He was now over two meters tall, his hair completely white as if aged, wearing black pants and a dark shirt, topped with a scarlet red overcoat. Additionally, a pair of black horns with red branches, similar to Lilith's horns, adorned his head.
"And that demonic energy?" Dante questioned.
