Chapter 9Dante
“There it is!” Raphael pointed in the distance.
Dante stepped out of the shadow of the trees and stood on a high plateau overseeing the ocean. And right under their feet was Crestos Harbor. It was a large city with a port where dozens of ships were waiting to sail. It had been a long, grueling journey, but they’d finally reached their first milestone.
Dante wrapped an arm around his lover’s torso. “How late are we?”
“About a week and a half.” Raphael rubbed his beard, obviously a little disappointed at their slow pace. Though he hadn’t foreseen encounters with guardians or getting lost in the woods after being chased by an angry tiger. “It’s alright. A ship sails to the Preserved Land every morning. We shouldn’t see any more delays.”
“I’ve never been to the Preserved La
