A nightmare.
Vergil found himself in a strange scene, standing in a vast field of flowers. He could smell the sweet fragrance filling the air as a gentle breeze caressed his skin.
'What peace…' he thought, feeling a strange lightness, as if he had been disconnected from time and space, as though the world around him was suspended in an unreal calm.
Then, in the distance, after taking in the scenery, he saw a woman dressed in white. His heart skipped a beat when he recognized her… It was Ada Baal.
She was standing with her back to him, her long dress flowing like silk in the wind, her dark hair moving gently with the breeze. Vergil smiled, taking small steps toward her, but something felt off.
As he got closer, he realized she wasn't alone…
A man, with an indistinct appearance, stood beside her, holding her hand with an intimacy that made Vergil's stomach churn.