The moment Vergil finished making the final adjustments to the chaotic vortex of his soul—now calmer after the total domination of Crymsaria and Nivara—he felt the world around him change. The scent of earth and flowers dissipated like smoke, and reality reframed itself. The field of lilies vanished, and he awoke once more in the room where his body lay, breathing heavily and his countenance still somber.
With heavy footsteps, he descended the stairs.
Silence.
No breeze, no ordinary noise. The mansion's lobby was filled with powerful presences — all female, all looking at him with closed, tense, even indignant expressions.
