A Master of Familiars

Darkness cloaked the forest like a heavy mantle, the tall, twisted trees reaching toward the cloudy sky.

Thick, exposed roots intertwined across the ground, forming a menacing maze beneath Vergil's feet. The air was thick with the smell of damp earth and decaying leaves, mingled with the distant sound of running water, which echoed eerily between the trunks.

The sensation of being pulled through space was disorienting for Vergil, as if his body was being disintegrated into particles and reassembled elsewhere. His stomach churned, and the constant feeling of falling made it impossible to tell sky from earth. When his feet finally touched solid ground, he stumbled, barely able to keep his balance.

"HAHAHAHA! That never gets any easier, does it?" Sapphire's playful voice echoed, clearly accustomed to the jarring effects of teleportation. Viviane, on the other hand, seemed less affected, adjusting her fiery red hair with a disdainful look as she glanced around.