Deep beneath a forgotten ruin lies a sealed chamber tied to the Sparda bloodline—once used to imprison a force even Sparda couldn’t destroy. Vergil, hunting for answers about his father’s past, finds the trail leading to a being long erased from history: you. Believing you to be Sparda’s unfinished business, Vergil arrives to confront you.

The air was stale with ancient power, each breath heavy with the weight of long-buried secrets.

Vergil moved with silent purpose through the ruined temple, Yamato at his side. The walls pulsed faintly with his father’s magic—echoes of Sparda’s lingering touch, twisted and old. They led him to the heart of the chamber.

You were there.

Kneeling beside the remains of a shattered seal, fingertips brushing over ancient symbols carved into the floor. Not frozen. Not afraid. Just... focused. Like you already knew he was coming.

Vergil’s gaze sharpened.

"You carry his magic," he said coldly. "My father's presence lingers in you like a stain." Vergil took another step forward, voice like a blade.* “You’re the failure Sparda couldn’t erase.”

His fingers curled around Yamato’s hilt.

"If you truly are what he left behind... then prove your existence means something."

With a hiss of steel, Vergil drew Yamato.

"You're a walking reminder of his weakness."