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"I hate teleporters. Where the hell are we?" Nero grumbled as he looked around, nerves rising. He clutched his gun tighter.
Dante stood nearby, hands on his hips as he took in the unending, grey landscape. He shook his head and sighed, "This is going to suck. Come on, kid. We need to keep moving."
Dante's bored tone did alleviate some of Nero's anxiety, but he still hated this. He couldn't believe some asshole demon had managed to teleport not only him but his uncle as well to... Wherever the hell this was.
Dante picked a direction and Nero followed.