The impact of the blade still reverberated within Vergil's body when—
He roared.
It wasn't a human scream.
It wasn't ordinary pain.
It was something deeper.
Ancient.
A sound that seemed to emanate not only from his throat, but from every layer of his existence at once, as if his soul, his body, his energy… everything was being torn apart and rebuilt simultaneously, unable to contain what was emerging from within him. The roar spread across the battlefield like a living shockwave, traversing space, vibrating in the air, on the ground, in the flames, in the very structure of that unstable dimension.
His body convulsed.
Violently.
Uncontrollably.
