"O-O what is this?" Roxanne murmured, collapsing to the ground as her breathing grew erratic. Her face was pale, overtaken by terror—a rare sight for someone like her, who always maintained composure. She looked at her hands and realized she had dropped the cake she had been eating, something that never happened. Roxanne would never allow something as precious as her cake to be wasted.
"I-Is that... Vergil's mother?" Katharina whispered, leaning against a tree, staring at the coliseum now shrouded in a dome of pure murderous intent. Her expression shifted between shock and disbelief. "She's... like my mother?" she asked, her voice trembling, unable to process what she was witnessing.
"I-I… what happened? Is she angry?" Ada murmured, her voice low as her arms trembled uncontrollably. She clutched her own shoulders as though trying to contain the fear that consumed her entire body.