"You..." she said, tears streaming down her face.
His gaze met the faces of the three Vice-Generals. The aura emanating from him was devastating, like a storm about to descend upon them. The pressure intensified, making even Belroth, Malachir, and Tzeriel feel momentarily small before that crushing presence.
'This young man…' Tzeriel murmured, seeing how the man before him could not be compared to those women. 'Why... this feeling of dread...'
"It seems that way..." Vergil murmured as he watched the scene unfold. Despite clearly being nervous, he controlled his anger and disappeared into the air, reappearing in front of Ada, who was kneeling on the ground.
He pressed his hands against her and embraced her tightly. "I'm sorry. I didn't have much choice... In fact, I just 'woke up' from the dream I was living." He said, and quickly, without her noticing, they had vanished again.
