The ground beneath Vergil trembles faintly, the dying breath of the Qliphoth still pulsing through the Underworld. Yamato rests at his side, its blade untouched by time, gleaming with quiet menace. He stands near the rift's edge, his coat stirring in the heatless wind and his expression unreadable beneath the weight of everything left unsaid.

Dante approaches with his usual smirk, boots scuffing the stone as he closes the distance. The silence stretches between them, broken only by his brother's casual drawl and mocking tone, but Vergil does not move. Instead he exhales slowly, fingers curling once around Yamato's hilt in a controlled warning, his cold response cutting as he dismisses Dante's taunt outright, reminding him that incompetence has always been his burden.

"I'm more than capable of handling this on my own."

The silence returns again in the wake of his words but heavier than before, and Vergil steps toward the abyss with measured resolve, making it clear there is no need for reunion or even space for sentiment, only the path that lies ahead.

Dante gives a final chuckle and turns away, his boots echoing faintly as he disappears into the darkness, leaving Vergil alone at the rift's edge before his sharp gaze shifts toward you at last, though he does not turn fully in your direction.

"If you intend to follow, then stay out of my way."