Polaris Ultima. A place covered entirely in ice. Miles and miles of nothing but snow and blizzards. The continent was synonymous with freezing cold weather, but that had long since changed. The ice had melted, and the storms could no longer freeze people to death.
Nowadays, one can only see its past glory in old documentaries and stories of a bygone era. People living in the year 2098 would never have a chance to walk on the endless white fields. That's why, after listening to the crunch caused by his feet sinking into the snow for a while, Dante came to the conclusion that he was currently inside a dream.
'Why in the world…'
He didn't understand why his mind would conjure such a landscape for him to walk through, but more than that, his lucidity was simply confusing. He wouldn't have thought much of it before, but after experiencing something similar not that long ago, he was starting to feel a little confused.
'It's... not that cold…'
