The atmosphere around Vergil shattered like glass under cosmic pressure.
His aura, hitherto contained like a chained beast, erupted in a bluish-black gale, sweeping dust, ash and dried blood high into the air.
Vergil looked up. His once cold eyes now burned with an icy light, pupils dancing in the ethereal glow. His eyes glowed, following the lines of energy that spread across his face like marks carved from frozen fire.
His body arched. A second of silence, like the sigh before the storm.
And then, the transformation.
Vergil's back opened in a snap, revealing demonic wings formed of solid energy and dense shadows - not feathers, but floating blades of living obsidian. His silver hair floated with the distorted gravity around him, and his skin took on a paler, almost ethereal hue, as if he were between two worlds. The demonic markings glowed red and blue, alternating between chaos and order.
