Vergil continued watching the two combatants for a few seconds until he realized that the enormous glass wall of the VIP room was obstructing his view. He could simply use his spiritual perception to follow their movements, but he wanted to watch the battle directly, without having to rely on a transparent barrier between himself and the arena.
"This crap is getting on my nerves," Vergil muttered, extending his right hand toward the window. A thin layer of demonic energy enveloped the glass, breaking it down into thousands of particles so tiny that they disappeared before even touching the ground. There was no explosion, no shattered glass, or any noise that might attract anyone's attention.
With another movement of his hand, Vergil condensed his demonic energy into a dark sofa, suspended in midair outside the room. The structure was perfectly solid, although small currents of energy flowed along its edges.
