Angelic Visit

The air was thick with an almost palpable tension as Dante stood before the Veil, the mystical barrier separating the human world from Paradise.

A weave of light and divine energy pulsed before him, a living, breathing fabric vibrating with absolute power. Most people, even the most powerful, would hesitate to confront something so formidable.

But Dante? He smiled.

"Ah, finally. Took me long enough to find this thing, especially after she started ignoring me," he murmured, cracking his knuckles and flexing his hands. "She said only the invited can enter. But since she's avoiding me, I guess I don't have much of a choice."

He took a step forward, the Veil's glow reflecting in his eyes. Each particle of light seemed to push against him, as if the barrier itself knew he didn't belong.

Dante ignored it.

He raised his hands, watching the cosmic fabric twist and writhe at his touch.