The beginning was blurred. It was the truth. The start was always a mysterious thing. How did the universe start?
Dante didn't remember what happened after his conversation with Tendo. By the time he came to realize himself, he was standing on top of the huge tree.
His heart was racing, his anger beat so loud that he wished he could forget all. But he couldn't. He must not forget. After all, he was the son of his mother.
He didn't know why he ran here. Why did he climb the cliff with his two small axes? He wished he knew the answer.
He knew.
Dante extended the range of his eyes. One mile. Two miles. Many miles.
Blood dropped to his shoe. Dante looked down at the dripping blood and came to his sense that he was bleeding.
"Shit." He wiped the blood from his nose and lifted up his head, trying to stop the running blood.
"I really came here." He muttered. It was a soft mutter but his eyes were cold. He clenched tightly around the axe's handle.
