Vergil had just turned his back, the Yamato reattached to his obi, when Rize raised her hand. "Wait, master."
His steps stopped mid-stride. There was no rush in his reaction—just the slight turn of his head to face her, a gesture that carried weight in itself. "...Yes?"
Titania was the first to speak, flapping her wings to gain altitude, glancing nervously around. "Hey, we can't wait! We can't stay in this area for long." Her voice held true urgency. "Those demonic oxen didn't fall alone... and the smell of blood will attract predators. And I'm not talking about just any—I'm talking about things you probably don't want to encounter when the sun goes down."
Vergil remained silent, but his golden eyes followed the comment with interest.
Rize, however, nodded slowly. "That's exactly why."
"...That's why what?" Titania frowned, clearly irritated at not being immediately understood.
