The bluish mist hung in the air like silk veils suspended between the branches of ancient trees. A stone staircase rose gently before Vergil, winding like an enchanted river, illuminated by golden threads of magical light that sparkled beneath his feet with every step. The sky above was an ocean of starry ether, with a crescent moon curving like a serene smile, suspended at the top of the staircase like a beacon of dreams.
The place seemed to exist outside of time. Every leaf, every particle of light floating around pulsed with a supernatural calm—as if the world itself were breathing slowly, watching Vergil with invisible eyes.
He heard the voice before he saw its owner.
"You have come too far for something you never fully understood," said the voice, firm, grave, carried by a silent authority.
