The crater was still shaking from the last blow when Vergil launched himself forward again - without mercy, without warning.
Spectre had barely risen completely. His cracked skull gave off small, dark sparks, but his eyes still shone with the coldness of a strategist who believed he had the upper hand. His bony hands held the air as if pulling invisible lines. Rune after rune pulsed around the field, fueling the chaos he concocted.
But Vergil was something different. Something you can't engineer.
Flames engulfed his body in a furious spiral. He disappeared in a blazing trail, cutting through the countryside like an enchanted bolt of lightning.
Appearing next to Spectre, Yamato arced downwards. The blow wasn't just physical - it came with a cutting gust of wind, an invisible wave that tore apart the surrounding reality. The sound was like glass being torn.
The impact was dry, but it only hit the vacuum. Spectre was no longer there.
