Three figures erged from the shadows of trees, their presence was felt imdiately by both the beast and Vergil — reining heavy and absolute over them.
Their attire glead under the dim light that filtered through, radiant with a sense of unwavering purity.
The first figure — a tall man stood firm, his hands pointing towards the gleaming spear that returned to his grip. The weapon pulsed with residual light — coated with black blood.
His armor was ornate, gilded with golden edges and white plates — a long mantle fluttered behind him like a holy banner. His helt bore a vertical slit, glowing faintly as he lowered the spear into the ground.
Beside him, a second man moved with unmatched purpose, his fra broader and more imposing. A sword rested on his side, radiating a celestial light that humd dimly at the sight of the beast.
His armour, though simpler than the spearman, gave an unsettling calmness that made Vergil’s fingers twitch. The half-visor helm shielded his eyes — but his strength was no less than the other two.
The final figure that ca forward was a woman. She carried no weapon, yet was no less imposing — flowing robes, threaded with intricate gold patterns that shifted and shimred. Her hood was drawn back, revealing piercing eyes that burned with unshakable faith. The very air around her humd with divine energy.
[Primal Awareness activated.]
Vergil didn’t gaze at them for more than a brief mont before turning to run.
The overwhelming malice wasn’t just directed at the beast but also at him.
The sensation sent a chill to his soul. ’Run.’ That was the only thought that plagued his mind.
[Seems like you got the short end of the stick.]
Suddenly, dozens of light spears were launched, moving towards his position with blinding speed.
Vergil put his aching body into motion, activating Shadow Dash — amplified by Mana Affinity to avoid the incoming spears.
Despite his efforts, one grazed his face, leaving a deep cut, and another sliced across his stomach.
"My stamina can’t endure much more," Vergil cursed — his movents growing sluggish with each injury. Unlike the beast earlier, these opponents were in a class of their own — the wounds wouldn’t heal easily unless using an abundance of his stamina.
So he only healed fatal ones. He stumbled from the pain — but he refused to be caught like this.
[He’s toying with you.]
’I know he is,’ Vergil grimaced as another spear of Light shot towards him.
Too fast for him to react — the spear punctured his leg — searing through his flesh with an agonising hiss that made his body sizzle with divine energy.
’FUCK!’
[Take it out, it’s damaging your body more because you have Demonic Energy.]
Vergil ripped the spear from his leg with a guttural groan, his blood spilled onto the ground as his veins turned green once more.
But sothing strange also occurred — the blood that spiled out was being absorbed into his hand, sucking all the blood that Vergil released.
And finally he reached what he had feared most. The cliffside he had seen in his vision. The edge lood before him and panic surged through his chest.
"There’s only one way out." He muttered — putting his body into motion to leap off the cliff.
"Where do you think you’re going?" The voice ca from behind Vergil, it was the man with the blade.
Vergil couldn’t even sense when he appeared behind him — even with Primal Awareness.
Before Vergil could leap, the man’s sword pierced through Vergil’s chest, digging until it pierced the other side.
Vergil coughed blood, gasping for air — only to feel the man gripping his face, lifting him up into the air.
And with a single motion — he scorched Vergil’s face with a divine white fla
Vergil couldn’t speak — his skin becoming nothing but a ss as his body writhed.
"Show what’s truly beneath," the man sneered.
Vergil’s face was was nothing more than exposed flesh, but sothing else stirred. The blood that poured out, turned pitch black before moving towards his left hand.
Verdant Regeneration had activated, but it wasn’t enough to heal him completely. His eye flickered turning back into a scarlet red hue with a vertical black slit.
Then his hair returned to jet black, the transformation was undone by Vergil’s mind.
"A half-breed," the man laughed, his eyes giving a pitiful look. "How pathetic."
Vergil struggled violently, trying to break free from the man’s grip, but it was futile. The pain was unbearable and he was cornered.
"Any last words?" The man’s voice was sharp and cruel, preparing to end him.
’Analysis.’
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Na: Seron Vaelthar
Level: 47
Title: The Blade of Sacred Silence
Race: Human
Rank: III
Spouses: 1
Stats:
Strength: 254
Agility: 263
Endurance: 241
Perception: 259
Willpower: 245
Divine Energy: 228
Authority:
Sanctified Edge (A)
Any weapon wielded by Seron becos a holy instrunt. Attacks ignore illusions, deception, and unholy defenses.
15 active Skills
15 Passive skills
Vergil looked through the data shown by the system, he wasn’t interested in his stats nor his na. But on one particular thing.
One that would lead to an opportunity for his escape.
’System, can you show the spouse na.’
[Don’t tell ... Of course.]
[Ardeline Vaelither]
Vergil’s vision blurred. He could feel the end drawing near, but there was one thing he would never do.
He wouldn’t die. Not here, not now.
"Yeah... I got so." Vergil choked, his voice thick with fear and defiance.
"Go on."
Vergil’s arm shot out, pointing toward his Seron’s face
"I’ll rember you," Vergil spat from his mouth. "And I’ll co kill your wife Ardeline to accompany you."
With those final words, Vergil activated a skill he was reluctant to use.
Limb Burst.
His right arm exploding with a force that blasted straight into the man’s face.
The man stumbled backwards, his face contorted with fury enough to defy the heaven he worshipped — but the boy’s body was already falling. Sent careening over the cliff’s edge and into the darkness of the abyss beneath the earth.
His sword back in his hand, he watched as Vergil plumted downward.
The white fla burst in short flas, healing the small injuries as he raised his hand. "Let send a little gift — little demon."
A small light spear ford in his hand.
Vergil’s gaze flickered above as the darkness claid his body, managing a final smirk and a middle finger.
The light spear flew.
And Vergil was gone.
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