The image changed again. Another drone flew towards Vergil. This time, there was no announcement, no fanfare. The transmission simply followed Vergil.
He walked through the living forest as if it weren't a labyrinth created to kill gods.
Vergil advanced in an almost straight line, his steps calm and steady, sinking slightly into the ground covered in roots and black leaves. The heat around him was constant, an invisible pressure that caused the nearby vegetation to wither before even touching him.
Trees bent as he passed. Who am I kidding, they burned or were sliced by invisible blades of wind, some died simply from his shadow touching them, generating unprecedented destruction.
Some plants simply died, their bark burning from the inside out, as if the forest had understood that trying to block him was useless.
"He could just walk without destroying everything… I feel sorry for the plants," murmured Vivianne, watching the screen.
