The laughter began low, almost a whisper.
Then it grew louder, echoing through the emptiness of the forest, ripping through the silence like a clap of night thunder.
Vergil laughed—not like someone losing control, but like a king finally finding something that was destined to be his. His voice reverberated in waves, mingling with the echo of the ravine, making it impossible to distinguish where his laughter ended and the sound of the earth itself vibrating began.
"Hah… hahahahaha…!" He held his forehead with his hand, tilting his head back. "The whole world may hate me, but until the end of time… she will always be waiting for me."
His flaming blue gaze fixed on the darkness below.
It didn't matter what that crack was. It didn't matter if there were monsters, curses, or the end of reality itself.
Roxanne was there.
And wherever she was, there would be his place too.
Vany's eyes widened, taking a step forward. "Wait! You can't be seriously considering—"
