Vergil started walking towards the forest, feeling the atmosphere around him change. The air became denser, charged with an unsettling silence. The trees, with their twisted branches and dry leaves, stood like distorted shadows against the dim light. The ground was covered in dead leaves that crunched under their footsteps, and the wind whistled softly, creating a scene worthy of a horror movie with a generous budget.
Suddenly, a sound cut through the silence of the forest.
WOOO!!!
An owl, camouflaged among the shadowy branches, spread its wings and let out a high-pitched caw, breaking the oppressive stillness.
"KYAAA!!!"
Katharina's cry echoed in the darkness, and in an instant, she leapt closer to Vergil, gripping his arm tightly. Her body trembled slightly, and her wide eyes reflected the pale glow of the moon that barely made it through the treetops.
Vergil arched an eyebrow, casting an amused glance at her. "Really? An owl?"
