"Vergil. Vergil, it's time to wake up."
A serene and calming voice broke through the murky stillness. Although it was low and distant, it was almost melodic and coated with a familar warmth.
"Mom."
Vergil's eyelids twitched. Heavy. His body stiffened like a stone sunk deep in cold water. His breath was shallow at first, but slowly returned to its normal rhythm and his fingers twitched against the soft linen sheets.
Dim lights filled the sterile room, long shadows formed across the walls from the flickering lamp embedded in the ceiling, the cool glow of mana pulsating, signalling that its patient and awakened.
[Welcome back.] The mechanical voice rang in his mind.
'You're not a pretty lady.'
[I can change my voice to one if your desperate.]
'... I regret speaking to you.'
Vergil exhaled, his chest rising and falling in a slow and controlled motion. His entire body ached. His muscles were sore to the point where he could feel each one individually.
