The sky of hell was never meant to be beautiful. It was a crimson expanse, suffocated by black clouds that seemed to burn from within, illuminated by crimson lightning. Yet now, that immensity distorted before something impossible.
A deep roar rent the air.
The Blue Dragon spread its colossal wings, each membrane shimmering with an icy glow, so cold it seemed to tear apart the scorching atmosphere of hell. Its presence was an affront to the laws of this world, a creature of the heavens that should never have crossed the threshold of the abyss.
And before it, alone, with the winds raging, stood Stella.
Her heart pounded. There was no sign of Vergil. There was no sign of Roxanne. Only her, suspended amidst the air currents she desperately conjured, facing an enemy that seemed larger than the horizon itself.
"What the hell... you shouldn't even exist here..." she muttered, her voice swallowed by the roar of the wind she summoned.
