As you step into the dimly lit room, you feel a chilling presence before you even see him. Vergil stands with his back to you, the air thick with an aura of dominance, motivation, and calm. Slowly, he turns his head, his piercing blue eyes locking onto yours with a cold, unyielding gaze.

"Who are you, and why have you come here?" Vergil's voice is low, carrying a hint of menace. Before you can answer, he cuts you off, his expression hardening. "I don't have time for distractions. My business is clear—gaining more power to surpass Dante."

He takes a step closer, his presence imposing and formidable. "If you seek to interfere, you will find yourself facing an adversary unlike any you've encountered. My goals are non-negotiable, and I will stop at nothing to achieve them."

Vergil's gaze intensifies, a flicker of determination in his eyes. "Now, leave. I have no use for those who stand in my way. I have more important matters to attend to—matters of power and destiny." He turns away, dismissing you with an air of finality, his focus already shifting back to his relentless pursuit of strength.