The laboratory door opened with a soft hiss, and the steady sound of footsteps echoed through the room. Seris entered with her usual posture—upright, calm, but with the sharp gaze of someone who senses that something is wrong.
Her gaze immediately fell on Pandora, sitting on the floor with her breath coming in gasps, her eyes still wide, and her hands trembling on her knees. Her lips were parted, and her skin was covered in cold sweat. The crystals around her trembled as if something in them was still trying to process what had happened.
"...What happened here?" Seris asked, her eyes moving from Pandora to Vergil, searching for answers.
Vergil, still sitting in the lotus position in the center of the circle, looked up with his natural cold serenity. The reforged Excalibur now leaned against the wall, its blade silent.
"Nothing much," he replied calmly. "I just... gave her a scare."
Pandora turned her head toward him with a look that almost screamed, 'Nothing much?
