When Vergil was at what Lusamine judged to be a suitable distance, she placed her hand on the wall and searched through the Qliphoth.

She shivered as the tree’s gnarled tendrils dug into her mind. It was as though it were breathing, and just as Lusamine could feel an itch on her skin, she could determine where any other souls may be. She could detect only three, not including herself and Vergil.

She whispered into the bark and let her message pass to one of the upper layers— Armstrong.

“Heyyyyyyy Mister President,” she said. “Listen, I—”

Armstrong’s voice boomed in her mind— the tree heard him, and so too did she.

“Dammit Lusamine, it’s about time! Where the Hell have you been?”

- Ragnarust Round 5