The wind was silent tonight.
No stars or moon was out only the low, only the whistling of the air and the wind.
"I thought you said these flames where common!?" Beatrice shouted, she has been walking for hours, however she had yet to find one of these mournful fires.
Meanwhile Dante replied back to her. "They are, your not looking hard enough, they will most likely be active in more Mundus infested places, this place doesn't have any Mundus right, it's clear it's a safe zone of some kind."
"A safe Zone you say?" Beatrice stepped through the broken streets, her boots crushing fragments of scorched glass. Their was a crimson mist that hung above the ruin. And currently minus the voice in his head, he was alone...or, at least, she appeared to be.
"Alright." She muttered, glancing at the sky above. "You said the flame should appear in old ruins, right?"
