Come to your senses.

"I will go after all the Excalibur Fragments. I don't want anyone interfering," Vergil said, his voice deep and cold as he held Viviane in his arms, who was peacefully sleeping, unaware of the chaos that had just unfolded. He carried her with an imposing posture, showing no weakness, while Katharina, Ada, and Roxanne followed him, unsuccessfully trying to get his attention.

"Wait, you can't—" Katharina tried to protest, but was interrupted by a tone that cut like a blade.

"I'm not asking for your opinion. I'm just announcing what I will do." The coldness in his voice was indescribable. He was no longer negotiating. This was no longer a matter of choice.

It was the first time Vergil's expression was so dark. A heavy, silent weight hovered around him, and the three women could barely comprehend the depth of the anger radiating from him. Something was deeply altered within him, a dense energy that they had never witnessed before.