Vergil stared at Seris for a few seconds without changing his expression.
But the entire room felt the shift.
The ancient passage was opened using Frey.
The sentence left no room for comfortable interpretation. It was not "Frey went through a door." It was not "Frey was kidnapped through a passage." It was worse. It was the difference between someone being taken down a road and someone having their body, soul, or very existence turned into the road.
Freya went completely still.
The quill in her hand stopped over the paper, leaving a dark blot of ink to spread slowly. Her face lost color again, and the succubus energy still circulating around her aura faltered, like a flame struck by cold wind.
"Using him?" she asked, very quietly.
Seris did not answer immediately. Not because she did not know, but because she seemed to be choosing her words carefully. Coming from her, that was rare.
