Vergil clenched his fists. His body still trembled under the crushing weight of the Empress's presence, but his eyes did not waver. The flame that burned within him was different from Sapphire's—it was not divine, nor magical. It was human. Brutally human.
And for that very reason... unbreakable.
He took a deep breath. When he spoke, his voice no longer trembled. It was firm—filled with courage and defiance.
"Let's do this. How about this: I'll take you to the Orb of your beloved sworn enemy, okay?" he said, taking another step forward, even as the icy aura nearly cut through his skin. "Then you can kill her before she even awakens. I mean, you seem to want that more than anyone else in this world!"
The frozen creature's eyes narrowed. The mist around her swirled, slow and lethal, reacting to the name mentioned.
"Come on, no need to hit my dear wife," Vergil continued, his tone laden with sarcasm and intent. "We can easily resolve this, correct?"
Silence.
