Vergil rose, his entire body throbbing with pain, but his eyes glowed with something savage. It wasn't fear. It wasn't despair. It was a maddened flame, a dark delight that made his smile split like a cruel slit on his bloodied face.
"Well, the warm-up is over…" He swung his sword, sending crimson sparks into the hot air. "Time to have some fun."
The group's silence was swallowed by the roar of the monsters. The smaller creatures launched themselves like black waves, teeth and claws gleaming. Titania tried to raise her hand, but Vergil was faster.
He lunged.
The blade described a luminous arc, and four bodies were cut at once. Black blood sprayed the ground in jets, running down in boiling pools that smoked as they touched the hot earth. Vergil laughed. He laughed loudly, as if at a macabre banquet.
"You… you think you can swallow me?" He spun between blows, the metallic sound of his sword tearing flesh and bone echoing across the field. "They're nothing but toys!"
