The heart's labour had bore its masterpiece to fruition.
The foundation was set, all the organs were set, yet much remained unfinished.
The spine came next. It had already made the foundation, connecting the nerves it could to the brain but much was left.
The heart spun new vertebrae beneath the base of Vergil's skull. Cartilage formed first, crude but hardened into proper bone, locking into place along the growing column.
Delicate strands of nerve tissue threaded out once more, descending along the spine — pulsing with a faint crimson energy.
Around the lungs, the ribs grew back with excruciating care. Each shaped fully before fusing with the sternum, each one placed correctly until the pieces fit together naturally like the work of a master craftsman.
No bone or organ became malformed or dysfunctional. Blood Baby wouldn't allow anything other than perfection.
The pelvis was next, a solid base was constructed with layers of tissue before moving upwards once more.
