Another cycle

He pulled his sword to the side, slicing through the central head. The creature's black blood poured out like a torrent, mixing with the mud on the ground. But to his surprise, the two remaining heads continued their assault, as if the beast didn't need its central head to survive. 

"Interesting," Dante muttered, leaping to avoid a double bite. 

As he fought, Dante felt something strange in the air—a presence, an energy tied to the place itself. It wasn't just physical punishment; the third circle whispered forbidden desires and excesses, trying to seep into his mind. 

He paused for a moment, observing Cerberus with renewed focus. "So, that's how it works here," he said. "This place doesn't just punish the body—it tries to consume you from the inside out."