The silence that followed Rize's massacre was suffocating. Not even the mutilated wolf's moans could rise above the crushing pressure gripping the ravine.
Roxanne rose slowly, her fingers still stained with fresh blood. A perfect contrast against her golden hair that shimmered in the wind, as if nothing could tarnish her radiant beauty.
She returned to Vergil, sliding her arms around him with an almost childlike possessiveness. Her red eyes sparkled, but now it wasn't just joy or love. There was something else: a shadow of doubt.
"Husband…" Her voice was low, almost melancholic, as if a memory had surfaced. "Where did you end up when you came in?"
Vergil arched an eyebrow, surprised by the sudden change in tone.
"I walked," she answered simply. "I went through the forest. Nothing major."
She bit her lip, as if that answer made no sense. Her gaze drifted off for a moment, gazing into the void beyond the ravine.
