Dante's gaze softened as he took in Dawnhaven's charm, deciding to spare the village from destruction. They chose to stay here for a time before continuing their journey. As they strolled, he noted the lively shops, their faces tastefully decorated. Among them were humans who didn't smell of death.
''Bel, what are the southern humans like on Nemaroth?'' he asked.
She glanced at him, a big smile on her face. ''They're better than the northerners, who are more savage; the other cities aren't better. If I remember correctly, they practiced slavery and such disgusting things.''
His eyes narrowed, but Sulla's voice echoed in his mind. 'My lord. Our Zombie horde has destroyed Port Veil, and they're converging on Duskgate. So relax, as the enemy's attention will be drawn elsewhere.'
'Good thinking,' he replied.
Following that, Mary grabbed his hand and pointed at a nearby shop. ''Look, they have the famous Dawnfen noodles! We should try them, my lord!''
