[Espy]

The light hit Dante's skin with a harsh warmth, and his eyes widened under the ragged blindfold as the dim auras ahead of him blinked out. He swiveled around, staring at where they had apparently just come from.

Nothing. What...?! He turned back around, and realized that in his shock, he had missed the most obvious problem in this "new" setting. To his credit, it hadn't been particularly discernible. It felt close to a mob of Dybbuk, but...different...?

No, not just a mob...A whole sea. A whole sea of dead. And the figures seemed to be...Children.

The thought had barely registered as Dante took several panicked steps backwards. Where is this place? Where are we? Are we still--? Wait, where are they...?! Then, sudden flame poured out from up ahead, as Diogenes and Thomas commenced what they seemed to have been trained for, for years on end.

Still not entirely sure of what was happening, part of him wanted to race towards Diogenes and convince him to stop -- these were children, after all, but another more rational part succeeded in dredging up memories of the Dybbuk he had fought months ago.

...Dybbuk. If he had remembered correctly, the same had happened after Dybbuk and soldiers had gotten killed by him and his traveling group. There should have been souls. There should have been souls, or what was left of souls, flying out in wisps from the bodies, soon to be banished by Shealtiel. Should have been...but this time around, there weren't. Dante paled. Burying the urge to flee, he inhaled sharply as he ran towards Thomas, who he hoped would be the more reasonable of the two, the slight hesitation bringing a moment of clarity -- and in that moment, he noticed a strange presence several hundred feet in front of them, dim as the soldiers had been, but different from the writhing masses ahead.