After Dante and Camille shook their hands, the deal that symbolized their new partnership was official.
"By the way, who brought me here?" the warlock asked as he let go of Camille's hand.
"Was it the girl I saw running from those weird guys with masks?" he continued.
Before Camille could answer, another woman stepped away from the shadows and walked up to him. She had long, light brown hair tied up in a ponytail and emerald green eyes.
She wore a jacket, a crop-top that exposed her toned mid-riff, and had a dragon tattoo on the side of her torso.
Her expression was serious, and her eyes were sharp, locking them with Dante, who stared at her momentarily before letting out a sigh of relief. "Good. You are alright…" he said.
"What? How do you know it was me?" the green-eyed girl calmly asked, detailing the fact that she was covering her face.
The warlock raised an eyebrow. "How is covering your face enough to deter someone from sensing your aura?" he asked in return.
"Besides, it would be pretty hard not to remember those eyes…" Dante continued, not realizing that his words could be taken as an attempt at flirting.
Megan was unfazed by the comment, focusing more on the fact that she was recognized when she believed her cover to be flawless.
"Either way, thanks for the help," said the warlock with a smile, making her sigh in defeat.
"No, thank you…" Megan muttered apprehensively.
"Heh, she was in kind of a pinch before you crashed down in that alley like a meteor. Which, by the way, seems like you have a story to share with us there…" Camille interjected, her eyes brimming with interest.
"Someone bring Dante some clothes. We are going home!" she shouted, making all of the armed men inside the warehouse scatter.
Before leaving the building, Camille removed the cuff rings from Dante's wrists and gave him a complete set of clothing containing a pair of underwear, pants, a t-shirt, and a jacket.
Outside, a caravan of black SUVs waited for them, and after Dante admired the first cars he had ever seen, he jumped on the back of one with Megan and Camille.
"This is an interesting vehicle. How does it work?" he asked as he grazed his hand on the leather seats.
Camille gave him a brief lesson on vehicular engineering, and even though Dante wasn't familiar with many of the terms she used, he was competent enough to have a basic understanding of it.
After a few minutes on the road, the warlock was entranced by the sight of the neon lights from the buildings that illuminated the busy streets.
"So, you said you were a wizard?" Camille asked, interrupting him from admiring the sight of the new world.
"No, not a wizard. A warlock…" he replied, but Megan and Camille shook their heads, unaware of the difference between them.
"Well, a wizard uses mana to cast spells. I use 'umbra' for mine…" he elaborated.
Mana was a type of energy that could be found naturally in the air, which wizards from his world used to cast a variety of spells.
The powers that warlocks possessed were much different, as they relied on an energy called "umbra," which was produced from the negative emotions of living beings.
Moreover, he explained how wizards had a wider amount of "schools" to learn magic from, while warlocks only had three—destruction, affliction, and demonology.
"Well, then, what's the difference between your spells? Apart from using different types of energy…" Camille inquired, paying close attention to the warlock's explanation.
"Hmm, I suppose that a big difference is that we can summon demons and use their powers as our own with a contract…" Dante replied while holding his chin.
"Demons!?" Megan exclaimed with her eyes slightly widened in shock.
"Uhh, yeah. I mean, it's thanks to a demon contract that I'm able to communicate with you. I don't even know what language we are speaking right now…" the warlock continued, scratching the back of his head with a bit of embarrassment.
Megan seemed more unsettled than Camille, who asked Dante to go into more detail.
He explained that he entered a contract in the past with a demon called Forneus, who gave him the "demon tongue," which allowed him to understand and speak any language.
"I see. That's quite useful…" Camille muttered as she listened attentively.
"What about that thing you did in the alley? Was that also a contract of some sort?" she continued asking, referring to the spell that Dante used to erase the gang members who were pursuing Megan along with a chunk of the street.
"No, that wasn't a contract. That was a spell called 'Destro.' It's a pretty high-ranking spell from the school of destruction," he said.
Warlocks were only able to learn spells from three different types of schools, and most of them focused on one kind. However, Dante was a specialist warlock, which meant he had talent for all three.
"Okay, your turn now. Tell me more about this place…" said the warlock with a friendly tone.
He was in a country called Novaria, located in the Atlantic Ocean, between North America and Europe.
It was a diverse nation with people from all over the world, and most of the citizens spoke English.
"Novaria… That's a nice name," he muttered. "What about this world? Does it have a name?"
"Earth. What about yours?" said Camille.
"Mine was called Terra."
"Isn't that Latin for Earth?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.
"What's Latin?" the warlock replied with another question.
The platinum-haired woman placed her hand across her face with a slightly frustrated expression, realizing that accommodating the warlock into the new world would be more challenging than she expected.
It only took them a few more minutes before arriving at their destination, which was a tall skyscraper that left Dante speechless, noting that it would have been impossible to make something like that without magic in his old world.
"We are just making a quick delivery here. Let's keep talking later…" said Camille after they had entered the parking lot, where a man wearing a black suit was waiting for them.
Without saying a word to him, Camille rolled down the window and gave the man a flash-drive before he nodded and walked away.
After rolling the window back up, she glanced at the driver sitting ahead of them. "Alright, Jonathan. Take us to the bar…" she said with a smirk, making the driver obey her command without a second thought.