Seris stopped in the middle of the room, as if something invisible had whispered in her ear.
Her eyes turned to the ceiling, shining with an awareness that went beyond the physical world.
"Hm..." she murmured, her head tilted slightly. "It seems they've identified me..."
The tension in the room intensified.
She pursed her lips, almost like a child bored with a broken toy, and then smiled—that wide, bright, and utterly insane smile.
"Let me see... oh... Sapphire and Sepphirothy..." She savored the names as if reading the menu of a particularly dangerous restaurant. "They're coming pretty fast. How lovely."
Before anyone could react, she turned to Vergil. "Time's up, dear."
And, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, she simply picked him up. No warning, no ceremony. As if she were picking up a sack of potatoes...
