After finishing their plates, the group left the workers' wing without drawing too much attention.
The murmur stayed behind.
Hallways again. Dark. Cold. Quieter.
Varis walked ahead, still looking miserable.
"…my beard…"
Dorian sighed.
"…get over it."
They turned a corner.
And—
CRASH.
Varis slammed straight into something.
"—HUH?"
A skeleton in black armor.
It fell apart instantly. Bones scattered across the floor.
The impact made what it was pulling wobble—along with the other skeletons.
A carriage.
It tipped over to the side with a heavy thud.
The same carriage from the hallway.
A deep voice came from inside.
"…what happened?"
No one answered.
The carriage door slowly opened.
A golden boot touched the ground. Then another.
And he appeared.
Impeccable gray suit. Jewelry. Too much of it. Rings. Necklaces. A gem-covered cane.
It was Dante.
His eyes scanned the scene.
The scattered bones.
The tilted carriage.
And finally—
Varis.
"…curious."
Pause.
