The world trembled.
The impact between the two was apocalyptic — the ground cracked like glass under a hammer, fissures exploding in every direction as the forest howled, ripped from its very foundations. The air folded in on itself, as if reality itself was trying to flee that moment.
Fist met blade. Flesh met root. Madness met balance.
Vergil laughed without pause… He didn't even seem like a demon anymore—he was fighting like a beast, unleashing animalistic, insane, ravenous howls.
His eyes were wide open, pupils trembling and glowing, as if his very soul was dancing inside him. His body moved like that of a creature in ecstasy, not with discipline, but with primal instinct.
"THIS IS THE TASTE!" he screamed mentally, spinning through the air. "THIS IS WHAT MAKES ME FEEL ALIVE! THE PAIN, THE SPEED, THE PUSHBACK! HE RESISTS! HE FIGHTS! HE—"
