Garden Of Poison

Anastasia wanted to tell Dante that it was her, but Magnus had stripped away her capacity to speak, and for some reason, she wasn’t able to use her abilities, as if she had none. She even found her lips glued together, and she understood how dangerous the demon of mischief was, with his capabilities ranging from creating false realities to making people assume other’s identities.

Her attempt to use sign language to communicate with him was thwarted as her hands moved, causing the dagger in her hand to rise, giving the impression that she was readying for a fight.

And although Dante didn’t snap his fingers to explode her, it didn’t spare her from his anger, and he swiftly unsheathed his daggers.

’Oh no...’ Anastasia uttered in her mind, feeling her heart rate accelerate.

Driven by urgency to locate Anastasia and find out what condition she was in, Dante had fought and killed every single individual who had obstructed his path, and he now stood ready to finish the last remaining Elder minister involved in her abduction.

When Dante swiftly moved from the room’s entrance to stand directly before her within a blink of an eye, Anastasia realised there was no way to avoid the imminent fight that was set to unfold between them.

Anastasia raised the dagger gripped in her hand and pulled out the other dagger from its sheath in time to parry her soulmate’s attack. The impact of the clash felt like she was pushing back a wall. As she wasn’t the one to attack, all she had to do was dodge and find an opening to let him know it was her! Failure to do so would likely mean she would remain alive for no more than a minute.

The daggers clashed against each other, igniting sparks. On one side stood Anastasia, who had never fought anyone in her life, while on the opposing end stood a seasoned fighter, a man who had killed countless people before crossing paths with her.

Magnus, who had disappeared from the room, chuckled and remarked, "How wonderful will it be when you realise that the person you killed is none other than the woman you love?"

The dagger swept towards her face, and Anastasia marvelled at her ability to keep up with its pace, making her wonder whether this skill was a remnant from her past life. Her eyes watched the dagger move as if in slow motion as it drew near her, and in response, she swiftly evaded by leaping aside. At one point, Dante’s sharp dagger struck the very spot on the wall she moved away from, yet he persisted, advancing towards her with an inhuman speed.

"Where is Anastasia?" Dante demanded, his voice gruff and his clothes covered with bloodstains from the lives he had taken beyond these walls.