The forest seemed endless.
Each step felt like a return to the same place, as if the world had decided to play with them, bending space and distorting time. Vergil walked ahead, his expression thick with irritation, his eyes scanning every shadow and every movement, searching for something that, until now, had not appeared.
The trees were too tall, ancient trunks intertwined, forming a natural wall. Their dense canopies hid almost all sunlight, leaving the ground damp and covered in moss. This place was not made for mortals to walk, and even for them, demons with power beyond human, there was a suffocating discomfort.
