In the middle of a blizzard that was falling down a frozen wasteland, Dante gritted his teeth as he walked along the icy ground.
The warlock was wearing a set of black robes and a hoodie. His eyelashes were frozen, and his fingers looked ice-bitten.
A giant demon with long horns burrowed from the icy ground, prompting Dante to cast a spell that released a black thunder from his palm, leaving a gaping hole in the demon's chest.
"Beatrice…" Dante muttered, clenching his robe and tightening it to get slightly warmer, continuing on his path ahead.
Suddenly, the warlock opened his eyes and found himself in his room with an unamused expression.
*Sigh* "Another nightmare, huh?" he muttered to himself before standing up from the bed.
After healing Zac's mother from her curse, the warlock returned home and went to bed early as he didn't feel like talking. Nevertheless, he was feeling more energetic that morning.
