An inexhaustible source of demonic energy—that was Vergil's body.
Long ago, as Sapphire had foreseen, he had reached a point of stagnation. The so-called "Divine Body of the Celestial Demon," as she had named it, possessed clear biological limits, barriers that not even chaos seemed capable of breaking.
However… now, something was changing.
A colossal torrent of draconic energy flowed into his body, rewriting every cell, every fragment of his existence.
In the universe, nothing is purer than the power of dragons.
This energy is born neither from life nor from death. It is the principle of creation itself, the primordial spark that shaped the worlds when the first being…
the Great Dragon, Great Red, awoke and ordered chaos.
Not even the gods compare to the dragons.
They are the pinnacle of existence, the balance between Creation and Annihilation. What is power to a god is merely breath to a dragon.
And, in that instant, Vergil's body was bathed in this forbidden essence.
