The inner space of Vergil's soul was not empty. Quite the contrary. It was structured, organized, almost like its own territory, where energy circulated constantly and in a controlled manner. The presence of the Qliphoth kept everything in balance, distributing flow, preventing overload, creating something that shouldn't exist in that way… but it did.
Vergil stood in the center of that space, observing.
Nivara and Crymsaria were there.
Not trapped.
Not exactly.
But linked.
The two maintained their partially manifested draconic forms, large enough to make their presence felt, but adapted to the space without causing rupture. The energy around them flowed naturally, without resistance.
Vergil crossed his arms, looking from one to the other.
"I was thinking," he began, directly, without unnecessary introduction. "Perhaps I can separate you from my soul."
The two looked at him at the same time.
He continued.
