"I'm sorry about this… I wish I could give you a proper funeral, but…" Seris's voice came out low, carrying a weight she didn't have time to sustain, her fingers still firmly around Vergil's body as his unstable energy pulsed against her chest like something alive, something that still refused to completely disappear.
She couldn't even finish the sentence, because her instincts screamed violently at the same instant the space in front of her abruptly distorted, and Dante's presence appeared there like an inevitable rupture.
The sound came before the full comprehension of the movement.
CRACKK!!!
Dante's blade descended in a brutal arc, not only cutting the air but tearing the very ground below, creating a line of destruction that advanced directly towards Seris and Vergil's body, as if the blow carried the intention of erasing both from existence in that single instant.
