Vergil stared at the horizon with half-closed eyes, his expression somewhere between disbelief and fascination. Then he let out a low laugh—dry, almost sarcastic—and slowly turned to Raphaeline.
"I must be going crazy, right?" he asked, as if commenting on the weather.
Raphaeline's eyes widened, her pale face contrasting with her fiery red eyes. A drop of sweat trickled down her temple, followed by another, and then another. She looked like a statue about to crack.
"V-Vergil... this is no time for jokes!" she stammered, her voice rising in desperation. "There's a dragon coming our way!"
She pointed with both hands now, as if her own eyes couldn't believe what they were seeing. The sound of wings cutting through the sky already made the air vibrate in invisible waves.
Vergil sighed—a deep, resigned sigh, as if he had expected this kind of madness to happen sooner or later.
