The sounds of human cries and demonic roars have long since ceased, no more blood left to spill the darkness wandered off for fresh prey. Amongst the rubble of what was once a grand old library V trudges ever forward determined to get to the Qliphoth, and by extension Urizen at the top.

The crumbled city that was once Redgrave and the demonic tree of flesh and blood looming in the distance both serve as an ever present reminder of what his former self did; And what he now needs to undo. Too many have died for the ambitions of one, so much has been lost and so little gained in the endless pursuit of power. The thought lingers, will it ever truly be enough?

A deep ache in his bones forces V to a stop between toppled book shelves and a crumbled wall. Leaning on his cane for support he is forced to recognize how weak his body is and how much weaker it grows with each passing second. The demonic energy that lingered from Vergil slowly dissipates leaving the discarded memories and emotions of a broken man. Nonetheless he pushes the thought aside, his gaze lingering upon an interesting sight that draws attention from the impending doom.