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... breeze, and dry branches snapped under the weight of quiet footsteps. Vergil walked as if he were crossing an open field on a spring morning, not a cursed forest known for devouring even the hope of the living.
His coat swayed gently in the wind, and he whistled an ancient melody—perhaps a forgotten infernal song, perhaps just a provocation carried by instinct. The sound echoed among the trees like an offense thrown at the ancestral silence.
“Will you stop that?” Zuri hissed, coi ...
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