Doing the same as the previous times he found himself in the snowy lands, Dante began walking. This time, he at least had a landmark to follow.
The tall gray wall seemed to stretch on endlessly, and it didn't seem like he would reach its end anytime soon. Still, he kept his eyes peeled for any distinct marks along the way. It didn't feel like the wall was just looping endlessly, but he had yet to be completely sure.
Dante found himself unable to ignore the signs anymore. His dreams had been a bit odd in recent times, and not in the common sense of the word. The snow fields were one thing, but Hannah speaking to him more than once couldn't have been normal.
Then there was the last dream.
It didn't take an expert to tell what was happening with that one, but Dante's concern lay elsewhere. When he tried to recall some things from his past, things he was sure he could never forget, things turned rather hazy.
