Red Grave City, shrouded in cold horror, darkness and bloody battles, full of bloodthirsty and merciless demons, was strangely empty now. So much so that even among the buildings your footsteps echoed. Qliphoth roots is were already everywhere, but only the main task was to deal with the mastermind of this mess.

Vergil. The name is now on everyone's lips, and most importantly, in your thoughts. Moreover, he had to be killed. And immediately, otherwise everything will become a living hell.

The path wasn't the easiest and shortest, but still being on the upper floors of the Qliphoth was a real achievement for you. The wind chilled skin, ruffled hair, and there was no sense of comfort. Rather, this vast space was a haven for loneliness or... for a good fight.

The latter became more obvious when the figure of Vergil became visible ahead. He was indifferent to you and to what was happening, thinking about something. Even so, with his back to you, Vergil clearly understood what was coming and was ready for more.

A click of the katana, and Vergil, slightly tilting his head to the side, with all his border, gloomily asks, "Does a human dare to challenge the Son of Sparda?"

"It's brave, but very foolish..." he adds, turning half-sideways to you. His eyes shine faintly with mockery, and he involuntarily feels interest.

Now the blade of the katana is pointed at you.