The world snapped back together around Ignotus in the same instant.
One second, he was about to begin training; the next, he all but materialized in a familiar place, something that he hadn't noticed yet.
Ignotus didn't even think; his body moved first, entering a stance, his right hand wielding his sword.
His eyes quickly darted around.
Carpet, books, and the same items he saw once before.
This was an office he really didn't want to revisit.
Dante's office.
"Why the Hell—"
'Ignotus, don't attack! You're safe!'
Eris's scream stopped him in his tracks.
That was when Dante shimmered into existence in front of him.
"Sorry for the rough invite."
The bastard smiled.
"I needed you to come through."
Ignotus stared at him unblinkingly.
A vein in his neck throbbed.
He felt incredibly weak in that moment.
Too weak, dragged like a ragdoll, unable to resist.
It was a feeling he hated more than anything.
"…What do you want from me?"
