Siren's forces
The secret cave was hidden beneath a dense layer of vegetation, its contours blurred by the mist emanating from the forest.
The stone walls felt cold to the touch, and shadows danced across their surface as a faint light illuminated the space, coming from a small campfire crackling at the center.
The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and a hint of smoke, creating a heavy atmosphere of expectation.
Dante entered the cave with a mischievous smile, his eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement. He felt the adrenaline coursing through his veins, an exhilaration that always accompanied him in moments of uncertainty and danger.
Siren was already there, an imposing and serene figure, her intense gaze fixed on the cave's entrance.
"You're late," she remarked, a smile that bordered on arrogance playing on her lips. "I was beginning to think you'd gotten lost."