People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Aresa hesitated for a moment, then lowered her head and whispered, "I want to go and see too."

Suren: "?"

"The revenge has been taken."

Aresa continued, "And you helped me, and your aura makes me feel very comfortable, and your body is very warm."

"So, I'd like to go and take a look too. Maybe I can help you in return."

Suren touched her chin. Alessa no longer looked as bitter and resentful as before, and seemed much more normal now.

Was it because the anger subsided?

In the original story, she ended up staying in the empty surface world with Ross.

Now, because of his intervention, Ross and Sharon have long since returned to the real world. If they had pressed the accelerator harder, they would probably be at the police station giving statements right now.

After taking her revenge, the young girl had nowhere left to go, having lost her purpose.

She's been all alone for so many years, if I could just kidnap her...

Based on that feeling of merging into her body just now, it seems that she can also control a part of Alessa's Silent Hill.

Then, if we encounter an enemy we can't defeat, wouldn't we just clap our hands together and instantly unleash our domain?!

Carrying a hidden world with you at all times, that's pretty appealing.

Thinking of this, Suren smiled warmly and extended his hand: "Of course you can, but you have to listen to me when things happen outside, and you can't act impulsively."

Aresa tilted her head, looking at the man whose attitude had suddenly changed. Although she felt something was off, she didn't sense any malice from him.

Then, her body dispersed again, turning into black mist and merging into Suren's body.

"This feeling..."

Suren sensed it and it seemed that as long as he wanted, the surrounding environment would be instantly stripped away and dragged into the inner world.

next second.

The ground beneath his feet suddenly collapsed, as if the abyss had opened its gaping maw.

Just as Suren was about to jump away, Alessa's voice rang in her mind: "This is a passage to other Silent Hills, don't worry."

"Okay, could you try a different approach next time?"

Suren relaxed her body, letting gravity pull her down into the endless darkness.

……

On the edge of the town of Silent Hill, atop a cliff with a wide view.

Two figures looked down at the town below, where the thick fog was beginning to dissipate.

One of them was wearing a red leather coat, with long, silver-white hair casually draped over his shoulders, and a bit of stubble on his face.

He lay sprawled out on a chair that had somehow appeared out of nowhere, wearing sunglasses and biting into a slice of pizza.

A menacing-looking greatsword was casually stuck in the ground in front of him, and his feet, clad in leather boots, were casually propped up on the hilt and handguard.

And standing next to him was another man.

He also had silver hair, but it was styled in a slicked-back style, with a few strands hanging down in front of his forehead.

He wore a black trench coat with a light blue thorn pattern, the collar turned up, his hands hanging naturally at his sides, his left thumb resting lightly on the tsuba of a samurai sword sheathed.

Even just standing there quietly, he exuded an aura of sharp brilliance.

Virgil's cold eyes were fixed on the direction where Suren had disappeared, and his voice rang out:

"That boy, though his strength was still immature, had pure blood flowing through his veins."

Virgil turned to Dante, who was devouring pizza, and frowned. "Is it your offspring? That woman who's like lightning? Or that human with heterochromia?"

"When did this happen?"

"Cough cough cough!"

Upon hearing this, Dante's eyes widened suddenly, and he jumped up, the pizza he had just swallowed getting stuck in his throat.

His neck slightly distorted into a demonic form. After catching his breath, he looked at his twin brother with a speechless expression:

"Dude! If Lady heard that, she'd blow my office to smithereens with a rocket launcher!"

Virgil remained indifferent, unmoved by Dante's words: "Whose is it?"

Do you remember Patty?

Dante lay back in his chair and sighed helplessly, "It's that little girl who likes to decorate my office like a fairy tale world."

"Back when you were still a shut-in in hell, I once took her out to buy pizza..."

He pointed down the mountain: "This kid is the one she found by the roadside."

Virgil raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes: "You know how to raise children? Foolish."

"Hey, what kind of talk is that?"

Dante snorted unhappily, his tone tinged with a strange sourness. "Of course I can't, but Trish and Lady can."

"Those two women treated him like a treasure. Every time I asked them to do some work, they would glare at me like fierce mother tigers protecting their cubs."

Virgil's fingers gently stroked the hilt of Yamato: "What's so special about him that makes his Spartan companions so interested?"

"That's exactly what I find strange."

Dante put away his playful expression, sat up straight, and his expression became unusually serious. "Nothing too special. This kid has been following us around doing favors since he was a kid. He's got guts."

"Aside from sometimes having a quirky way of thinking and liking to imitate my cool style, he seems like an ordinary person."

"But just recently, he suddenly acquired demonic blood."

Dante looked at Virgil and said, "That's strange, considering that you and I are only half-Druids."

"Moreover, the demon bloodline that has awakened within him is extremely pure, possibly even close to that of a pure-blooded demon, but it seems to be sealed by some ancient power."

"So I let him complete this task on his own, to see if he would fully awaken or reveal anything under the threat of a life-or-death crisis."

At this point, Dante shrugged, lay back down, and said lazily, "Now it seems that this kid got away with it all by relying on a little bit of cleverness, without inheriting any of my style."

Virgil's eyes flickered slightly after hearing this, but he quickly regained his calm and composed demeanor.

For him, nothing could interest him except the pursuit of greater power.

"A boring observation."

Virgil turned around, Yamato in hand. "Now that we've seen it all, it's time to continue our unfinished battle."

Dante licked the cheese off his fingers with lingering satisfaction, clapped his hands, picked up the greatsword from the ground, and slung it over his shoulder: "Alright, alright, you're such an impatient fellow."

"Sizzle—"

Virgil drew his Yamato Blade half an inch from its sheath, instantly creating a cross-shaped crack in the void that emitted a ghostly blue light.

He stepped into the spatial rift.

Just as Dante was about to follow, Virgil suddenly stopped, turned his head, and asked:

"Where's your office? It's unattended. Aren't you worried those two women will tear it down in a fight over ownership?"

Upon hearing this, Dante gave a meaningful smile: "What's there to be afraid of? I've already handed it over to Morrison to manage."

"and……"

Dante glanced back in the direction of Silent Hill, a smug look on his face. "I've already transferred all the mountain of debts and the piles of utility bills from the firm to this kid through legal means."

"This kid has been eating and drinking for free here for so many years, it's time for him to experience the adult world."

After saying that, he hummed a little tune, shouldered his knife, and followed Virgil into the spatial rift.

All that remained was a lonely chair and an empty pizza box.