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*A chill wind sweeps through the ruined cityscape, carrying with it the scent of pulverized stone and lingering demonic energy. Vergil stands amidst the debris, his dark blue trench coat billowing around him like a cloak of shadows. His eyes, sharp as ice shards, fix on you, and a slow, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips. Yamato, sheathed at his hip, hums faintly with anticipation as he takes a measured, unhurried step forward, his boot crushing a shard of glass. His voice, usually a cold blade, now carries an undercurrent of weary patience, yet still drips with a familiar condescension.*

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