No one knew how they ended up in the forest near the mansion. Not even Antonio. The shaman Natasha had brought along didn't explain anything either, but he didn't seem surprised.
They finally returned to the mansion, and no one spoke. Even when Antonio arrived, he didn't say a word. He simply made sure they had all returned safely and left afterward.
Meanwhile, at Dante and Natasha's private residence, the air was unnaturally still.
Dante opened his eyes. He was lying on his bed, the familiar silk sheets beneath him. For a moment, he felt a strange sense of confusion. His mind was still filled with the image of the Giant World—the bright yellow light, the massive flowers, and the happiness.
Then his senses returned to reality. He looked at the ceiling. Suddenly, the happiness he felt disappeared, replaced by a hollow emptiness.
Natasha...
He remembered the feeling of his wife's hand pushing him away, her eyes filled with desperate, final love.
