The sound of lava bubbling and the acrid smell of sulfur lingered as Akira and Dante walked side by side through the ruins of Hell. Despite the hostile environment, their conversation was casual, though laced with underlying tension. Akira, her massive sword resting on her shoulder, led the way with firm and deliberate steps.
Dante, always with his trademark cocky grin, followed effortlessly, hands in his pockets and his eyes scanning their surroundings with curiosity.
"So, Akira," Dante began, breaking the silence. "I still don't get why you decided to side with old Lucifer during that invasion. Always felt… out of character for you."
Akira didn't break stride but cast him a sidelong glance, an ironic smirk curling her lips. "Lucifer promised strong opponents," she replied simply, her tone nonchalant.
Dante let out a short laugh. "And did you find what you were looking for?"
