The flash was still spreading when Vergil tore through the air, emerging from the center of the explosion as if he were the very core of the storm. His laughter echoed among the fragments of stone falling from the ceiling, amid the golden flames that burned the hall.
Naberius stood, arms raised, two suns roaring in his hands like all-devouring spheres. His flaming crown danced furiously, reflecting his expression—no longer just amused, but alert, as if facing an unexpected rival.
Vergil landed, the ground giving way beneath his feet. His katana was shrouded in a savage blue glow, as if the steel were made of solidified wind, cutting through every particle of energy around it.
"I won't stop..." he murmured, his breath labored but charged with pleasure. "Even if I have to burn my entire body to bring you down!"
Naberius arched an eyebrow, his voice soft but filled with power.
"Then come, heir. Show me if you have more than bravado."
With one step, she hurled the two suns at him.
