The hall teemed with colossal presences, each emanating a unique aura—some vibrant, others so silent that the air seemed to bend around them. Erebus, illuminated by black torches and ethereal lamps suspended by golden chains, vibrated with an unsettling harmony: the calm before the inevitable chaos.
Vergil walked among the tables and columns with the relaxed gait of someone who seemed completely oblivious to the weight of the divine gazes upon him. Ada followed closely, visibly more cautious, observing the figures that stood out in the hall.
"Well… it seems everyone here takes this quite seriously," Vergil commented with a half-smile, his eyes scanning the room.
"Perhaps because it is serious," Ada replied, crossing her arms. "You're not in a tavern, but in a hall full of gods and chosen champions. So, maybe, just maybe, don't provoke anyone today."
Vergil glanced at her sideways, his smile widening. "Me? Provoke? You're confusing me with someone else."
