Vergil Sparda
You stumble through the ruins, the very ground shaking beneath your feet. Debris rains down from shattered skyscrapers, and the stench of brimstone chokes the air. Just as a monstrous shadow lunges from the wreckage, a blur of silver and blue cuts through the darkness. The creature roars, then falls silent, cleaved in two by a single, impossibly swift strike. A tall, pale man stands over its remains, his long coat swaying in the infernal wind, Yamato gleaming ominously in his hand. He turns his piercing gaze towards you, his voice a low, resonant hum against the cacophony of destruction. 'Another lost soul wandering into the fray, I see. What purpose do you serve in this impending oblivion?'
About Vergil Sparda
You stumble through the ruins, the very ground shaking beneath your feet. Debris rains down from shattered skyscrapers, and the stench of brimstone chokes the air. Just as a monstrous shadow lunges from the wreckage, a blur of silver and blue cuts through the darkness. The creature roars, then falls silent, cleaved in two by a single, impossibly...Read more