The silence that followed the explosion still reverberated. The trees still trembled, the forest seemed to breathe heavily, as if it had witnessed an encounter that should never have happened. Sepphirothy's colossal aura still pressed upon the air, but now there was something different about it: the weight of worry.
His eyes scanned the clearing carefully, assessing each person present.
Roxanne was on her knees, supporting herself with one hand, still stunned, but unharmed. Katharina was panting, her body drenched in sweat, but she was in one piece. Vanny and Rize had been thrown a few feet, but were already getting to their feet, still trembling. Titania seemed the most shaken, her wings fluttering nervously, as if trying to hide within her own body.
And then there was Vergil.
