Dante and Morgana walked calmly over the disordered and misshapen ground where that enormous demonic tree once stood. The place was completely desolate, and there were still remnants in the soil contaminated by demonic malice.
"I'll fix this," Dante said with a gentle smile on his face as he let go of Morgana's hand, crouching down and placing his hand on the ground.
"You've changed," Morgana said. She had already noticed the change in Dante; how could she not? She had seen this man grow, or at least, she had seen Dante grow, not his other lives. And this, in a way, began to trouble Morgana; she at least wanted to know what was happening with her husband, and well... Dante wasn't going to hide anymore...
"I've recovered my memories of past lives," Dante said while looking at her, still smiling. He murmured something in a demonic language, and the soil began to heal, all the malice being forced into a single piece of land.
