A collective sigh of relief left Dante's friends as they saw the man appear, nod, then disappear once more.
Well, at least Leo, Paku, and Malachi sighed in relief. Sulvan didn't even budge. It was just as he had claimed, a minor thing for his master, as the crimson-red man burned even brighter, having had his faith proven true.
The others could only shake their heads wryly, speechless. They really couldn't bring themselves to tell the man anything, for his words had been proven right.
Now, they didn't know where Dante had disappeared to this time around, but they were not panicking again. Not this time. They would be damned if they gave Sulvan another excuse to lecture them like kids.
"The Thief has fled with the Artifact." Their thoughts were brought to a halt as the grating voice of one of the pale beings echoed through the region.
"We must find and retrieve her.The Master must not be kept waiting." Another one spoke up as they got ready to begin searching, but—
