"I must really be going crazy..." Vergil said, narrowing his eyes at Sapphire. '...to hear you say you're 'focused' instead of admitting you're afraid."
The words hung in the air like a well-measured provocation. But he knew the risk.
Sapphire slowly turned her face toward him. And in the blink of an eye, the atmosphere changed.
Vergil felt that familiar yet terrifying sensation he had felt when he first met her.
The light in her emerald eyes was swallowed by a deep, almost liquid shadow that spread like black ink in pure water. The pressure came immediately after, suffocating, as if the very space around them was being compressed by a presence that did not belong to that plane.
The darkness emanating from her was not theatrical—it was real. An ancient, predatory, primitive force. An entity that would not only kill... but undo.
