Yggdrasil remained silent for a few moments after confirming that everything—from the Valkyries being thrown into the roots to Frey accidentally entering the Inverted World of Exile—had been nothing more than an absurd chain of violent coincidences.
Her expression did not change much, but Vergil noticed an ancient exhaustion behind that almost technical serenity.
It was the expression of someone who spent entire ages recording anomalies, correcting damage, watching worlds flourish and collapse, and who still occasionally had to deal with proud creatures, insane dragons, and perverted demonic trees stealing energy from her roots.
She then brought two fingers to her temple and let out a long sigh, almost maternal, but carrying an exhaustion that did not match her delicate appearance.
"I really need to take care of a few things before you make my day even worse."
Vergil was about to answer, but Yggdrasil simply raised one hand and snapped her fingers.
The effect was immediate.
