The mood suddenly turned heavy and depressing as Sulvan just knelt there, expression lost in that stoic manner it always seemed to be.
Paku, floating beside the man, was helpless as he found himself unable to come up with any words of comfort. He was good at anything that involved cursing and causing carnage and destruction, but things like these were always a weak spot—something he hated, as now he couldn't even comfort a friend that needed it.
Luckily for them, the mood wasn't allowed to get any more depressing as,
"Shulvan…" Dante's voice echoed through their minds.
"Ma… master?" The lost apostle suddenly gained some semblance of clarity in his gaze as he heard that voice, his mind slowly coming to.
"What happened?" Dante asked.
"My master… I.."
"Do not lie to me, Shulvan. I can feel the suffocating weight of depression and despair even from this distance, so do not lie to your master."
Sulvan could only go silent at those words as Dante asked once more,
"What. Happened?"
