Vergil sat before the small tea table, one elbow resting on the wood and the forgotten cup held between his fingers. Around him, the inner world remained silent after a night that had exhausted even those creatures who normally seemed incapable of feeling fatigue.
Nivara lay on a sofa of ice, completely naked, her long blue hair spread across the backrest. Her breathing was deep, and a thin frozen mist escaped her lips with every exhale. Small crystals formed over her skin and melted a few seconds later, unable to remain intact before the heat still accumulated within her body.
Crymsaria leaned against a dark stone, her head tilted back and her eyes closed. The air around her trembled as though inside a sauna, and small droplets slid down her skin before evaporating. Even asleep, she wore a satisfied smile, as though she had won a competition no one else knew existed.
