The sound of divine steel resonated in the air—a thin, almost musical echo that contrasted violently with Cerberus's savage roars.
Vergil twirled Yamato between his fingers with the lightness of someone handling a feather, not a sword capable of splitting realities. The blade's reflection captured the flames, lightning, and ice of the beast, and for an instant, it seemed as if hell itself was dancing to the rhythm of his movements.
"Come, dog," he said, tilting his head slightly, a provocative smile growing on his face. "Show me those guardian fangs."
Cerberus needed no further invitation.
The ground exploded beneath its paws as it leaped forward. A jump that made the entire arena tremble, scattering a shower of embers and rock fragments. The central head spat a torrent of flames, while the right head roared, firing a bolt of lightning that tore through the air in a golden flash.
Vergil vanished.
