Dante appeared in a world he didn't quite remember, but as soon as he entered that place, his memory cleared, and everything came flooding back at a processing speed that nearly made him stumble.
Then, a striking man emerged from a golden ray, appearing at the mountain peak, where there was a small dwelling. Dante observed the man closely. "You…" he murmured, watching as the man approached. The figure had a majestic appearance, dressed in a black Chinese robe adorned with golden engravings that formed an enormous dragon, with long red hair reaching his knees. He tried to touch Dante, but… he simply passed through him as if… Dante were a ghost. "So, that's how it is… I guess it's begun…" he murmured, looking ahead without turning back.
The sound of the wind passed by his ears, and his body stiffened when he heard what the man said to the wind. "So you're finally here."
"Ah, so you were waiting for me, huh?" Dante asked as he looked at the man, identical to him.