Fixing Problems

The scent of blood and residual mana lingered in the air, hanging over the devastated landscape like a persistent shadow. The ground was cracked and scorched, covered in countless craters faintly glowing with traces of concentrated magic. What was once a majestic kingdom now looked like an abandoned battlefield, where chaos reigned supreme. The bodies of fallen monsters and defeated warriors were scattered across the terrain, some still emanating a faint mystical energy, as if their souls were trapped between life and death.

Amidst this scene of destruction, Dante's figure emerged like a silent storm, his presence filling the air with an unmistakable aura of power. He looked at the two men before him and smirked slightly.

"You two look pretty exhausted, huh?" His voice echoed through the air, breaking the unsettling silence that dominated the place.