Chapter 820 - Vergil returned with the heads in his hand.

Itharine left Sapphire, Sepphirothy, War, and Conquest at the outer edge of the Abyss, far enough from the crater that the direct pressure from the depths would not crush their already weakened bodies, but close enough that they could still all feel the constant tremor coming from below. The spectral dragon landed on the black rock with controlled impact, slowly spreading its wings to shield the wounded from the current of demonic energy rising from the crater. The air around them still carried death, black fire, and a tension that no longer seemed to belong only to the Abyss, as if something within it had been permanently broken.