Another pathetic test

Dante stepped across the edge of the crater, his dark cloak billowing behind him as he descended into the depths of Limbo. Each step was accompanied by the muffled crunch of crushed stone beneath his feet. The air around him felt heavier now, laden with an almost tangible oppression. It was as if Limbo itself reacted to Minos's defeat, resisting the presence of the Demon King.

The miasmatic hounds, now satiated by the fragments of power they had torn from Minos's corpse, slunk back into the shadows surrounding Dante. Their forms were like living smoke, shifting without defined shape, yet always present, lurking like loyal and hungry guardians.