Morgana looked at everyone in the room, still holding Excalibur in one hand and resting the other on her hip. She let out a long sigh before facing Viviane, then Vergil.
"Well... maybe a surprise like that," — she gestured briefly toward Viviane, making a not-so-subtle reference to her glorious return — "is even smaller than our little Alice creating... a dimension within her own soul."
There was a second of absolute silence.
Vergil, his eyes half-closed, slowly rose from his chair like a predator who had heard something... unacceptable. The atmosphere grew heavy, and his voice sounded low, restrained, but sharp as a sheathed blade:
"What the fuck do you mean, created a dimension?"
Morgana gave a nervous little smile and scratched the back of her neck. "Well... sometimes we underestimate a genius. And when that happens, well... things like this can happen."
