The silence that had gripped the chasm, heavy and suffocating, finally broke when the group reached the edge of the crevice.
Vergil was the first to climb, pulling his bloodied body out as if it were just another step on a stroll. He stretched his arms back, letting out a dry crack in his bones, as if waking from a deep nap. His posture was relaxed, but his eyes still shone with that menacing tone that had frightened even his own companions minutes before.
"Hmph…" he sighed, with an amused smile. "A good kill, good exercise. Now all that's left is to find the others."
He turned, looking at the horizon of twisted trees and the purple sky that burned above them, as if painted by distant flames. Her gaze swept over every detail, but her voice was unconcerned, almost casual:
"Raphaeline, Stella, Sapphire, Sepphirothy, Ada, Katharina… and my mother."
Roxanne, still panting, wiped the sweat from her forehead. Her hand trembled, but her eyes were alert.
