Legions of the Gods.

Legions of the Gods. Chapter 3: Fear not, be terrified!

The two, Dante and Lina. Has spent a few days, walking into the endless abyss of orange land. The only things seen was that. And the sun and clouds, and maybe a few geysers, other then that  there was no major difference since both were endless.

"Dante... where is this?" Lina questioned the man, who had his common perpetual, knowing, yet. Subtle smile on his face,  but was a little off due to the sweat in his eyebrow making him squint in his eyebrow, seeing the heated mess of despair, which was Lina. Who had her cloak wrapped around her head like a bandanna. And her white sleeveless shirt had her stomach out almost as it was a second respiratory system. Which Dante dismisses,

"We're almost there, We'll be just fine." Dante walked through the heat with a droplets of sweat on his forehead, which he wiped it off with his arm. He couldn't help but pant a little,

"Are you sure we're not walking a path of lost cause? We haven't seen anything so far." Lina looked at Dante with a hint of disdain at his demeanor,

"Well, If you had to put something down my throat; I'm kind of hoping that the Dwarves just sent us in the right direction." Dante's lips were sealed tightly into a straight line. A hint of sheepishness on his face and a wobbly, almost faltering smirk, he could only close his eyes, almost as if he was praying, clearing his throat. "...Still confident on the situation, though."

"Cute way to say we're lost, Dante." Lina couldn't help but give him a smug look, to which Dante could only give her a perplexed and awkward look at her, "Uh, cool. Good to know we got the message."

"I wanted to ask, I didn't know you knew you had allies further then just from Elyngard, what's that about? Apparently Legions can only have 6 members, right?"

"Not exactly," Dante established.  "Legions have more then just their elite group of adventurers, they have blacksmiths for their weapons, too. And that's what Kragur and Elda do."

"They seem like a good people. I think that's what matters, doesn't it?" Lina grinned, Making Dante chuckle. "Totally."

"They love Athena a lot. they're great people. Kragur seems like a sour candy right now, but he's not that bad. If you get to know him, you can see why Elda loves him."

Dante hummed at the thought, bringing a slight warmth which was surprising to say the least from the guy who always has something smartass to say no matter what the cause is, which only makes Lina smile just as much.

"Speaking of matters... Check it out."

Dante gestures toward the  landscape unfolded with a quiet majesty, a rugged coastline nestled under the shadow of ancient, towering mountains.  turquoise water stretched out in stillness, calm and reflective. The light filtered through breaks in the clouds, casting a warm glow over the rocky terrain, bringing a subtle, almost enchanted vibrance to the scene.

Closer to the shore, remnants of an old structure jutted out over the water—a series of weather-beaten wooden beams and platforms, their edges softened by time and the relentless pull of the tide. They stood as silent witnesses to a forgotten age, barely clinging to the rocks, like ghosts from an era when these shores had once known life and labor. Further up the mountainside, a faint plume of smoke drifted into the air, curling like a whisper of mystery against the towering peaks, hinting at unseen fires deep within the rocky heart of the land.

The village nestled along the river seemed to be carved out of an ancient dream, where time itself moved with a slower, gentler rhythm. The crystal-clear water sparkled under the midday sun, casting rippling reflections of the wooden bridges that arched gracefully over its surface. Sturdy, round huts with thatched roofs lined the riverbank, their weathered wood blending seamlessly with the rocks and trees that surrounded them.