Sapphire's return was not fanfare, nor did it involve violent distortions tearing through space—it was clean, precise, almost too elegant for someone who had just traversed deep layers of the Abyss. The air in Vergil's domain merely… yielded for an instant, as if recognizing who was arriving, and then reorganized itself around her without resistance. Her feet touched the ground softly, but the energy that accompanied her was not subtle. There was a weight there. A dense residue, almost imperceptible to ordinary eyes, but impossible to ignore for anyone who knew how to feel what came from below.
Her breath escaped in a soft sigh as she raised her shoulders, stretching her body like someone who had just left an uncomfortable environment.
"...80th floor and I already felt the drain," she murmured, more to herself than to anyone else, running a hand through her hair. "I thought I'd descend at least twenty levels effortlessly after recovering everything… what a disappointment~"
