The silence that preceded the fury lasted only a moment. And then, all hell broke loose.
Vergil advanced.
His eyes, once vibrant and sarcastic, were now empty and intensely focused—like the center of a whirlwind. Each step he took was calculated, each movement a rehearsal for perfection. He wasn't just fighting. He was testing. Refining. Exploring the limits of what he had left behind since he first wielded Yamato.
His fists met the first skulls with brutal force. A punch to the chin, a thrust with his open palm to the abdomen—the creature writhed, and he spun on his heel, finishing with a sharp elbow strike that crushed the spider's eyes like grapes.
