The air grew heavy, charged with the electricity of tension that only precedes a storm. Vergil stared at the demonic cow, its golden eyes burning like embers about to explode. The silence around him was almost unbearable—even Titania, Zuri, and Rize froze, aware that something immense was about to happen.
Vergil took a deep breath, and a shadow seemed to grow within him, a dark presence he hadn't felt with such intensity in a long time. It was madness—or rather, the insatiable hunger for power that had always seethed in his veins. The beast within him was awakening again, ravenous, seeking dominance.
Suddenly, he lunged. A swift, precise movement, like lightning cutting through the gray sky. With Yamato drawn, he charged at the cow, which reacted with a ferocious bellow. The clash was brutal, a clash of forces that echoed through the ground like thunder.
