The forest seemed quieter now.
Vergil walked ahead with slow, steady steps. His eyes took in everything, but unhurriedly. His expression was as neutral as marble, impossible to read. On his shoulder, Zuri, in her snake form, coiled, her body relaxed but her eyes alert.
Behind, walking a few meters away, came Rize—graceful, almost dancing among the twisted branches and thick fog. Her footsteps made no sound. Every time she looked at Vergil, her eyes shone with an almost... reverent glow.
Zuri curled her body a little tighter around his neck, and then spoke, making no attempt to hide the concern in her tone:
"Are you sure... we can just leave it like this?"
Vergil turned his head slightly, his eyebrow raised. "What?"
Zuri let out a short, sharp breath. "You don't think... you've created a problem?"
He resumed walking, as if the question held no weight. But she answered anyway.
