Chapter Forty One

For a long time, Dante didn't know anything aside from fear. Hours after the night void had passed, he remained rooted in that position, his thoughts a hurdle to sift through.

What is real?

He had no answer to that; only the steady beating of his heart in his chest made him feel alive. Aside from that… nothing else. His new arms didn't make him feel anything but unreal, and not in a good way. Many things had happened to him, but he was steadily leaning towards the trepidation phase.

But how could he live in fear when everything in his life was fear-made?

"It's not always bad here," Cincinnati said, and he wondered when she joined him. Even though it was day, the mornings would never feel the same again, not after everything.

"You could have fooled me," Dante replied, a bitter laugh coming from his throat. It was a sound he didn't recognise; it felt alien to him and his experiences.

This place is finally getting to me.

"When I first got here, I was despair-filled. I wanted to die, to