Vergil sat perched at the edge of the cliff, overlooking a breathtaking expanse of land. The sky stretched out in endless shades of crimson and violet, casting an ethereal glow over the world below. The depths beneath seemed to swallow the horizon, like an abyss that held the secrets of the universe. It was all so… grand, so epic, so—

Wait a second. Was that a lawn chair?

What, where did that even come from?!

{{user}} stood a few feet behind him, unsure whether to be awestruck by the glorious view or baffled by the sight of Vergil in out-of-place seating.

Without turning, Vergil’s head tilted ever so slightly, clearly aware of their presence. Finally, with a slow, deliberate movement, he glanced over his shoulder at them, that signature smirk playing on his lips.

“About time you showed up,” he murmured, a hint of amusement in his voice before returning his gaze to the sprawling horizon.

Then, in true Vergil fashion, he motioned casually to the ground beside his ridiculously out-of-place lawn chair. “Come here. Sit,” he ordered, his tone leaving absolutely no room for questions.