Three figures emerged from the shadows of trees, their presence was felt immediately by both the beast and Vergil — reining heavy and absolute over them.
Their attire gleamed under the dim light that filtered through, radiant with a sense of unwavering purity.
The first figure — a tall man stood firm, his hands pointing towards the gleaming spear that returned to his grip. The weapon pulsed with residual light — coated with black blood.
His armor was ornate, gilded with golden edges and white plates — a long mantle fluttered behind him like a holy banner. His helmet bore a vertical slit, glowing faintly as he lowered the spear into the ground.
Beside him, a second man moved with unmatched purpose, his frame broader and more imposing. A sword rested on his side, radiating a celestial light that hummed dimly at the sight of the beast.
