Witches and Demons
Dante stepped through the portal Morgana had opened for him, his footsteps echoing in the void before meeting the stone floor of the grand entrance. The air was heavy, and a familiar presence awaited him, leaning casually against a dark pillar, her black dress billowing slightly in the still air.
Morgana stood there, leaning against one of the towering black columns, arms crossed, her expression unreadable. Her sharp, curious gaze fixed on Dante as he emerged from the portal. There was a tension in her posture, though she masked it well, as always.
"You're late," she said, her tone a mix of provocation and impatience. "I hope it was worth it because things have gotten... interesting while you were gone."
Dante frowned, intrigued. He had just absorbed the Sin of Sloth, the energy still resonating within him, but something in Morgana's tone made him focus. Brushing dust off his shoulders, he met her gaze.