Fight envy

The passage newly opened before them seemed to pulse with a strange energy. It was cold, lifeless, yet vibrant in a way that made Dante feel as though he were being watched by unseen eyes. He exchanged a brief glance with Morgana before following her, both stepping into the glimmering darkness of the obsidian corridor. Alice walked ahead, her figure straight and imposing, as if she were accustomed to leading through the unknown.

"We're close," Alice said without looking back, her voice echoing slightly. "Eveline isn't your typical prisoner. She… hasn't been herself. She screams constantly and has fits of—"

"Envy?" Dante interrupted, already anticipating the answer.