Is she really that precious to him?

Beside her, Morgana was kneeling, pressing a blood-soaked cloth against the wound in Viviane's side. Her eyes were filled with tears, but her determination remained firm. She murmured healing spells, yet even the most powerful seemed insufficient to contain the gravity of the damage.

Vergil stood still for a moment, his wide eyes taking in the shock of the scene. "Viviane..." he whispered, his voice barely audible.

"Vergil!" Morgana lifted her gaze to him, the urgency in her voice slicing through the silence. "She's... she's on the brink of death! I've done everything I can, but I can't heal these wounds! They're... cursed."

Felicia entered the room right behind Vergil, halting abruptly upon seeing Viviane's condition. She gritted her teeth, her eyes narrowing with a dangerous gleam. "This was the work of something very powerful... and very cruel."