Dante was covered in blood as he walked through the streets of Blackharbor. His wounds still linger, but he ignores them now. He made his way toward the harbor, where he was hoping Amara the Dark Elf was there to ferry him to Dawnfen. When he arrived at the docks, a smile crept across his face.
''Looks like she didn't lie,'' he muttered.
There was a massive ship sitting in the harbor, guarded by a dozen Dark Elves, but the undead ignored them, thanks to hunting the humans. When Dante approached the plank, the sailors tried to stop him. That's when Luna appeared and went to strike the man until she stopped as she heard his voice. ''Don't kill him, he's one of the men sailing us to the other continents.''
The brown-skinned woman glanced at him. Blood covered her fists. She calmed down and nodded. ''Sorry about that, master. Bloodlust overtook me thanks to all the death happening.''
