Vergil slowly opened his eyes without immediately understanding where he was.
His vision remained blurry, and for several seconds everything around him seemed like a mixture of shadows, colored lights, and distant shapes. His body felt heavy, but there was no pain. No broken ribs, no torn muscles, no residual presence of Gungnir trying to pierce his soul. The ground beneath his back was soft, covered in black, shining vegetation that moved like small blades of grass made from energy.
This was not the mansion.
Nor was it Viviane's Spiritual Lake.
Vergil breathed deeply and immediately recognized the signature surrounding him.
His inner world.
