"Greed."
"Greed."
"Greed."
"You fucking centipede, answer me!"
Dante called Greed over and over, but he received no response.
He wanted to know more about the Abyss, as most information about it wasn't available.
The only knowledge he had about the Abyss was: First, the Abyss was where most of the abyssal races lived.
Second, it was located under the surface, but the exact depth wasn't known.
Third, the only entrances to the Abyss were the gates that would appear randomly. No one knew what really caused the appearance of these gates, including the beings coming from the Abyss, and everyone had to report to the nearest Mercenary Guild branch upon finding one.
Beyond that, Dante knew only a few other things that might be wrong to make the Abyss look like hell, similar to how the Dragon Isles were portrayed.
Now, Greed seemed to have a lot of information about the Abyss, but he refused to share it!
"Why did you tell me all this if you were going to gatekeep the rest?!"
