[Verdantis]
[Outskirts]
The cold wind of Verdantis howled erratically, causing the swirling snowflakes to speed through the air in reckless abandon. Atop a high snow-covered cliff, he stood like a vigilant sentinel, not at all bothered by the severe cold.
"Hmph," Dante merely grunted as if to expel his annoyance. He was looking at something, and to an outside perspective, it would seem as though he were gazing at the intense blizzard before his eyes. The crunching of snow rang clear behind him as someone approached, stopping at his side.
"You'll catch your Death out here, you know?" Despite the raging blizzard, Aerinon's voice rang clear in Dante's ears.
"Hardly," The strongest mortal merely uttered, "What have you learned?"
