Silence was all that remained. All life had ceased movement, the wind halted its gale. Nothing stirred — except the movement of blood.
Yet it didn't follow just any random path. It slithered across the jagged rocks like ink, pulled in by an unseen force — converging towards the blood jade in Vergil's hand.
From the spike, to the puddles of blood that wet the floor, to the thin rivulets that dripped from Vergil's body.
The jade absorbed everything with a gluttonous hunger. And the Jade shone a brilliant red, the sound of a heartbeat reverberated through the walls of the cavern like the awakening of an ancient and vile creature.
Crack!
Thin lines began to run across its surface.
Then another.
With a bone cracking sound, it shattered.
The blood it absorbed twisted violently, drawn in the air, levitating by Demonic Energy, spinning and churning into a small vortex that began to form an entity.
A child-sized figure, suspended midair, arms tucked inwards.
