As everything seemed chaotic, a man walked through the desert after... accidentally being launched to the wrong place...
"Sometimes I wonder why I still try to use magic; I mean, let's be honest here... I'm a magical failure. I should focus on using miasma, demonic runes... space magic isn't for me," Dante said, his entire body covered in sand, even in places he wouldn't dare mention.
He had accidentally teleported into the sky and fallen directly onto a dune, creating a crater...
"I should have stayed with my daughter..." Lyrianna murmured, dissatisfied... It wasn't just Dante who seemed unhappy.
"Why am I even here?" Lyrianna questioned, walking alongside him, her tail swaying with a hint of heart-shaped movement, despite her 'dissatisfaction.' The tail's motion clearly hinted otherwise.
"I thought you'd want to get out of that place; you looked tired of being watched by all those women," Dante said casually, continuing to walk.
