There was a wet feeling all around her.
That was probably the first thing that occurred to the girl as she felt like she was floating.
Wait, she was wasn't she?
Diva's eyes started to open, but instantly snapped back closed when they saw how bright the "sky" was.
The petal-floor was completely gone now, and all that was left to lie on, or more specifically, in was the now-soft and calm water that filled the room.
Her right hand tightened. It was still there.
She smiled while forcing herself to stand up.
Though the island was completely gone now, the sand that had made it up now lie evenly across the whole room, making it entirely traversable by simply walking.
The man couldn't be seen anywhere, but she spotted his weapon floating around in the water. Apparently at least the handle floated.
She let out a displeased sound and frowned.
"This isn't fair. I keep thinking about things when I don't even care. Darn you Vergil, I'm going to be very upset with you when you come back." She thought out loud as she walked towards the door that led further into the building or dungeon or whatever it was.
"Well, now. Isn't that strange?" Ritorno asked the empty air when he saw that in his room, the sword was now missing, a hole where it used to be that went through the earth far enough that he couldn't see the light coming from the other side.
There couldn't have been another person in this room while he was gone. No one ever tried it, and there wasn't much to it anyway; just a big room, black marble floors, walls and ceilings, white marble steps that led up to a throne made of the same material, and a single light bulb hanging from electrical wire that vaguely illuminated the three-story tall room.
Dramatic, perhaps, but certainly nothing you could steal stuff from.
The back of his head itched.
"Uh oh, my spidey sense is tingling." He joked to himself while turning around to face the door even as a badly-cut dark-skinned man bashed his way through the door and fell down onto the floor, bleeding all over it.
"Ritorno!" The bloodied man got out through his apparently full lungs.
"The…the bitch…got…" He ran out of air halfway through the sentence and fell back to the ground.
His eyes fell upon the man before he began walking over to him.
"She…got the s- sword…."
He rubbed his chin while listening.
"She got it back huh?"
"Y- yeah."
And from the looks of his injuries she was back at full health and everything.
"Where is the sword?" He asked calmly.
The delirious man shook his head.
"I don't. I don't…"
"You don't have her sword?"
"N- no."
He stubbed rubbing his chin and started licking the canines that seemed sharper than usual.
"So let me get this straight. You lost to her in battle, didn't bring her or her sword with you, lost your own weapon, and you came running back to me for help?"
The fool didn't respond.
"Mizu, I'm afraid…your usefulness had run its course."
Obviously the man didn't seem to be taking the news all that well.
"Ya sonuva-"
He grabbed the man's dreadlocks and pulled him up by his hair.
"You enjoy water. Correct?" He questioned the man who could no longer speak, probably because blood was filling his lungs.
"Well then, I'll be a bit courteous and let you die somewhere a bit more dramatic. Say… the Bermuda triangle."
Before the man had a chance to so much as say no a "shadow-hole" opened up beneath him and Ritorno let his hair go, allowing the man to fall through the void, and into the sea a few thousand miles away.
"Or maybe he fell into a neighbor's swimming pool. I suppose it doesn't really matter." He thought to himself while rubbing his temples.
"Now then, what to do… ah! Invidia should suffice. If nothing else it'll be interesting to watch."
"So, uh, which way do we go?" Dante asked as they entered a decently-sized square-shaped room with three paths, or corridors.
All three of them looked the exact same, even with his enhanced vision, and there didn't seem to be any sign that one single path was the right one to go down.
Saya scanned them herself before heading for the left one.
"Hey, where're you going?" He asked after her as she continued walking away.
"I'm going to find my sister. If I hit a dead end then I'll just come back. We can't afford to just stand around wondering which path to take."
He tapped one of his feet against the ground as the stubborn girl walked down the path.
"So eager, huh?" Dante asked, even though she couldn't have heard him anymore.
Then he shrugged.
"Ah hell. Who am I kidding? I'm not the type to just stand around either." The careless man spoke to the air before heading down the right corridor.
"So, what are you planning on doing now?" Bianco asked him as they sat in the gambling room once again.
Nero had taken a few minutes to rest, still not having recovered from his brush with death.
"I'm not sure. Now that the girl's seal has been released, she should be able to take care of herself. How about the other two?"
Bianco stared at the reflection in his glass, seeming to see something that was not actually in the glass itself, but rather the light.
"It would seem they're trying to find their paths through life." He spoke.
"So they're in the corridor with the three different paths." Nero returned, decrypting the casual riddle Bianco had given him.
"Hm." Was all he responded with.
As much as he'd like to rest for the entire day, they didn't have that much time. Not to mention… he didn't know if he'd wake up after he went to sleep.
"Which ones did they choose?"
Bianco shifted the glass in his hand, changing the way the light reflected off of it.
"The girl chose the left one, the male chose the right one. The other girl is heading for Ritorno as well."
Nero sighed while pushing himself up.
"It would seem then that they're all going to be in quite a bit of danger huh?"
"Certainly seems that way."
He began walking towards the door that would lead to the arena; the direction he wanted to go in.
"I'm going to go assist them." Nero spoke over his shoulder, opening the door.
"Which one are you going to help out? If you don't mind my asking."
Nero waited for a moment before speaking again.
"My 'queen'."