The sky above the coliseum had transformed into a living mass of red and black energy. Lightning bolts sliced through the dense clouds like gigantic blades, and each thunderclap made the floating ruins vibrate as if space itself were being battered by unseen forces. At the center of that chaos, Vergil stood still, Yamato relaxed in his hand, while demonic energy continued to be produced in absurd quantities within his own body.
Dante watched with a wide smile, but his eyes no longer had their usual lightness. He could feel exactly what was happening. This wasn't just a power surge. It was a continuous process, a living reactor growing every second.
Beside him, Angelo remained in absolute silence. His black armor reflected the scarlet lightning as his own aura began to slowly expand. He, too, understood what was happening.
If they waited too long, Vergil would simply continue to grow stronger.
