The name echoed in that space like something that shouldn't exist, like a word too ancient to be uttered in a world as silent as that one. "Ophis." There was no sonic impact, no reverberation… but still, the environment itself seemed to react to that simple introduction, as if recognizing something primordial.
Vergil didn't respond immediately.
His eyes remained fixed on her, now with a completely different kind of attention than before. This was no longer just a strange presence. It was no longer a curious anomaly. There was weight in that name.
There was history.
And there was… danger.
"Ophis…" he repeated slowly, as if testing the sound in his own mind, trying to fit that existence into everything he had learned throughout his life.
It was… something beyond those classifications.
