Vergil let out a short laugh afterward, the sound echoing almost too casually for someone clearly irritated seconds before.
"…Hah." He ran a hand over his neck, shrugging his shoulders as if relaxing after a warm-up. "Interesting." His smile widened more genuinely now, almost amused. "I barely set foot here and I'm already being watched."
He slowly raised his gaze, analyzing the destroyed corridor, the shadows between the broken columns, the high points of the curved walls.
"From the very first second," he continued. "As soon as I crossed the portal." His eyes narrowed, alert. "Odin doesn't waste any time."
Vergil took a few steps, his gaze sweeping the space with surgical precision. He expected to find more hidden eyes. More ravens. More tricks.
But nothing.
The air was… clean.
He clicked his tongue, disappointed. "Tsk. Looks like the old man realized that watching me like this isn't going to work." A crooked half-smile appeared. "Clever. Too late, but clever."
