The road climbed sinuously through the mountains, skirting snow-covered cliffs.
The forest around them seemed to whisper ancient secrets as the limousine moved forward in silence, like an elegant funeral procession. Inside the car, the silence was comfortable, broken only by the low hum of the engine and the rhythmic breathing of Sapphire, who watched the scenery with bored eyes and crossed arms.
Vergil, on the other hand, was reclining with one leg over the other, his eyes half-closed but alert — like a predator pretending to rest.
Kaguya sat across from them, on the side seat of the limousine, her posture flawless and serene. The white kimono with red accents looked even more ethereal under the dim light from the car's ceiling. Her crimson eyes shimmered briefly as she spoke.
"We're approaching our King's residence. I hope the stay will be pleasant for Your Majesties," she said, always respectful — almost welcoming.
