How’s the fight?

"Every moment I spend here feels heavier, as if the very Limbo itself is trying to drain me completely," Dante muttered as he walked through the whispering souls, his eyes fixed on the path ahead. The voices around him seemed to reach for his mind, but he ignored them with the characteristic determination that defined him.

Now, his goal was clear: reach the next layer. Limbo had already proven to be a treacherous test, but he knew the true hell was only beginning.

"How's the fight between Lucifer and Astaroth?" Dante suddenly asked, his voice cutting through the oppressive silence as he quickened his pace, moving with increasing speed toward the depths.

A laugh echoed beside him. He glanced briefly to see Alter-Dante floating a few meters away, his expression laced with casual sarcasm.

"I'd say it's turning into quite an interesting fight," Alter-Dante replied, keeping pace effortlessly.

"Oh, really?" Dante questioned, not slowing down.