The impact reverberated across the field long before any sound actually existed, as if space itself were being compressed by forces still trying to find balance within a new order. The surrounding forest, dense and ancient, bore the marks of previous battles, but nothing even remotely close to what was now unfolding. The air was heavy, not only from the released energy, but from the subtle instability that accompanied Vergil's every movement, as if his own existence was still… adjusting to what he had become.
In the center of that scene, he moved.
Not hesitantly.
But with a precision that, strangely, seemed… incomplete.
Sapphire advanced first.
Without warning.
Without sound.
