The frozen wind cut through the devastated field like razors.
Vergil stopped walking, just a few steps from the kneeling werewolf. His eyes gleamed with final judgment, sharp as ancestral blades. Each step he took made the ground creak, as if the very world feared his presence. The air around him boiled with infernal electricity, sparking between shattered stones and dead trees — as if the universe itself was about to tear from top to bottom.
"I'm going to beat you until your life stops making sense."
That was the moment everything changed.
The ground beneath Vergil's feet trembled — not like a warning, but like the earth itself screaming.
A second later, the punch exploded against his abdomen.
"GHUUAAAGHH!!"
The sound was grotesque. Dry. Carnal.
Vergil was launched like a cannonball, tearing through the air as blood poured from his mouth — along with entrails, intestines, and chunks of organs, spat out as if his body had given up trying to keep his soul inside.
