Fatigue... That was the real problem Dante was facing now, a weariness that wasn't physical or mental. He didn't want to see anyone right now, so, with his calm steps, his presence completely disappeared from the women around him.
He just wanted... to be alone for a moment, even if it was in his own realm, in his own home... He erased his existence from their perception.
The power, the responsibility, the alliances... everything was crushing him, and he didn't know how much longer he could bear it.
"I just wanted to enjoy this incarnation," he muttered to himself as his eyes scanned the vastness of his realm.
The majestic World Tree stood tall, supporting the heart of the place, but to Dante, it was just his home, not a kingdom. "After recovering these memories, it seems that, once again, I'm falling... always into the same cycle."