High atop the devastated hill, while the entire kingdom burned in different places and distant screams still echoed among the colossal trees of Sankaria, Vergil remained motionless with his usual uneasy serenity. The dark energy that bound Alexa's surviving siblings by the neck remained firm, lifting their bodies a few inches off the ground. They struggled less now. Not because they had accepted the situation, but because they finally understood the futility of resistance.
Below them, the earth trembled at irregular intervals whenever Alexa collided with a fortress, tore through a wall, or cut through an entire battalion like a living blade. Columns of smoke rose on the horizon. Black lightning cut through the red sky. The smell of blood and burnt wood dominated the air.
Vergil observed the battlefield in the distance for a few seconds, then turned his gaze to the werewolves suspended before him.
"One question."
