[Vel'ryr]
[Outskirts]
Dante took note of that familiar head of bright green hair first. ("This Fate Walker was with Rhiannon at that time.") He noted she still wore the same green dress, but there was clearly something different about her. As she stood up from the ground in a slight daze, he saw she lacked her horns; furthermore, her mana was absurd and her eyes a vibrant red.
It was thick with potent power and was large in reserves; it spread out in waves across the barren land of Vel'ryr.
"The Fate Walkers, they desperately yearn to bring back their fallen brethren. They will go to any and all lengths to accomplish just that; the two protégés I've taken are proof of that. How strong they've grown due to the sacrifices of their two brethren."
Rhiannon's earlier words rang clear in his mind, "I see." A simple deduction was made, and Dante scoffed regarding the Chaosmaw, no, the Fate Walker known as Beatrice. "You sully your brethren to sacrifice them for power."
