The strong aroma of herbs and spices filled the small kitchen, mixing with the steam rising from the cauldron. Selene stirred the soup with a thoughtful look, her hair carelessly tied up to keep it from falling over her face. Her soft yet firm voice echoed through the room.
"He should have been back by now..." she murmured, casting a sidelong glance at Katharina, who sat at the table, impatiently biting her nails.
"I know." Katharina replied, her leg bouncing non-stop. "But it's Vergil. You know how he is. He disappears without warning, comes back as if nothing happened, and expects us to just accept it without question."
Selene sighed, tossing a handful of leaves into the boiling broth. "But something is off this time. His energy... before he vanished, it felt different."
"I know!" Katharina grumbled, slamming her hand on the table. "And this damn feeling that something bad is about to happen won't leave my head!"
