The silence was broken only by the deep sound of the demonic cow's breathing, each snort sending black vapor into the cold air.
Vergil stepped forward, approaching her with the calm of one who feared nothing. His golden eyes scrutinized her as if reading an open page of a book only he understood.
Rize moved to the side, already tearing the flesh from one of the fallen oxen. Her claws sliced through the muscle tissue with surgical precision, separating the densest, most pulsating fibers. Each piece she removed seemed to glow with an internal heat, the demonic energy escaping in tiny red sparks.
"It's still alive and pulsing... perfect," she murmured, almost as if speaking to herself.
Titania grimaced and flew back, covering her nose. "You're disgusting. That stinks like a corpse cooking in hell."
