Dante stood over Lucien's broken, whimpering form.
The monster from his past. The ghost who had haunted him from the orphanage to this bloody graveyard.
The world around them was a ruin. A testament to the savage war they'd survived.
But the war was not over.
His punishment had only just begun.
The ground around Lucien stirred.
The shadows of the fallen began to rise.
A silent, ghostly Veyrion appeared on his right. His calm grey eyes now burning with cold violet light.
A shadowy Riven rose on his left. The thorny vines on his arms now made of pure darkness.
Garron and Thorne appeared behind him. The fortress and the beast. Their forms silent, menacing, completely obedient.
Lucien stared in pure terror as the ghosts of his own soldiers surrounded him.
Their empty eyes fixed on their former master.
They were Dante's puppets now.
"What... what are you doing?" he stammered. Trying to scramble away.
But the shadow of Riven simply gestured.
