The fissure created by Yamato closed behind Vergil with a faint snap, leaving only a violet line in the air that disappeared a few seconds later.
He appeared in the middle of the Demonic Forest, in front of a house relatively far from Sparda's main structures, surrounded by tall trees with dark trunks and reddish leaves that filtered the light of that realm into soft shades.
Freya's residence was not particularly extravagant for someone who had once been one of the most important goddesses of the Norse pantheon.
She had chosen a quiet place, close enough to the capital to reach it when necessary, but distant enough to escape the constant flow of soldiers, demons, Aethernox, and visitors who now occupied Sparda.
Vergil looked at the house.
Then at Yamato on his waist.
Then ran a hand over his face.
"I really need to stop doing this."
Yamato vibrated.
Vergil lowered his eyes to the sword.
"It was literally a five-minute walk."
