Holy Demonic Sword

The tense atmosphere enveloped the group, and every word exchanged seemed to echo in the oppressive silence. 

"S-Sir Spirit... Sir Demon King's servant... Sir... oh forget it... Could you please release us?" Iridia asked, her voice wavering, reflecting the growing nervousness. Fear was palpable in her eyes, and she knew one wrong move could seal her fate.

"We didn't do anything...!" Zex tried to argue, maintaining his composure. However, the sweat on his forehead betrayed his effort to appear calm. The overwhelming presence of Vergil's sword was almost suffocating.

"Silence." Viviane's firm voice cut through the air like a blade, forcing them both to immediately quiet. She turned to her master, completely ignoring the two. "Has she gotten stronger?" she asked, her tone filled with curiosity but also caution.