The destruction engulfing the coliseum could be seen for miles. In the crimson sky, explosions of infernal blue energy continued to illuminate the clouds like constant lightning, each collision producing shockwaves capable of making the floating ruins tremble. Even far from the center of the battle, the ground still shook at irregular intervals, as if the world itself were reacting to the violence of that confrontation.
Far below where Vergil and Dante clashed, a gigantic crater remained open like a wound in the coliseum's structure.
Broken stones, destroyed columns, and fragments of ancient architecture were scattered everywhere, forming an uneven landscape of smoldering ruins. Small sparks of magical energy still coursed through the air, remnants of spells and techniques that had been unleashed minutes before.
It was there that Sapphire finally appeared.
