Chapitre 63: You will be my disciple

"Ahh... what the hell is this?" Vergil groaned, feeling his body creak under the immense pain, as if every bone had been shattered.

"Finally awake, you little shit." The voice came from a woman sitting on a broken stone, almost like a throne. "You've been sleeping for quite a while, you know?" she questioned, with a threatening gaze.

Vergil looked around in confusion. "Where the hell am I?" he muttered. The skies were red, with purple moons hanging above, and he found himself in a distorted forest, filled with half-dead trees and leaves as black as the abyss.

"Welcome to True Hell," Sapphire said with a grin, "Or more specifically... your training ground."

Her terrifying smile sent chills down Vergil's spine as he looked around, feeling a constant sense of danger wherever he turned.