"I've been ignoring a lot of things lately, haven't I?" Vergil said, his voice laced with restrained irritation as he fixed his gaze on Ashborne. "My wife being kidnapped. Attacks from the Vatican. A hellish meeting full of useless fools... But you know what?" He raised his eyes, now sharp as a blade. "I'm going to kill you."
Ashborne raised an eyebrow, dropping Stella as if she were disposable. Her battered body hit the ground with a dull thud.
"Is that so?" Ashborne retorted disdainfully, a smug smile curling on his lips. "You and how many others?"
But before he could even finish speaking, a shiver ran down his spine—a primal warning of imminent danger.
He never even saw Vergil move. In the blink of an eye, Vergil was behind him, his overwhelming presence impossible to ignore.
Vergil knelt beside Stella, momentarily disregarding Ashborne. He extended a hand, touching her gently. "I'll heal you. I'm sorry someone dared to hurt you like this."