We may meet again

The hot, blazing sun reflected off the murky waters of the sea, creating the perfect setting for a day of relaxation. Dante was lying on the warm sand, his bare feet touching the golden surface, completely oblivious to the world around him. The soft waves gently broke, and the sound of the wind passed through the nearby trees. The women were there with him, each enjoying the day in a peaceful manner, but from afar, something unusual caught his attention.

With a slight sense of discomfort, Dante removed his sunglasses, his vision adjusting to the intense light. It was then that he saw, standing at a distance, a familiar figure that sent a chill through his body. A towering woman, with visible muscles and an unmistakable presence, was watching him with a determined gaze and an imposing stance.

"Hm?" Dante murmured, slowly lifting his head, still somewhat reluctant to acknowledge the presence of the visitor.