Vergil sat in the exact center of the training field—a vast, silent space, delimited by black columns made of polished obsidian that reflected the light like blades. The ground was covered in a thin layer of silvery dust, the result of countless energy explosions from previous training sessions. Above him, the artificial sky created inside the mansion oscillated between shades of deep blue and twilight purple, always reacting to the emotional state of the one training there.
He took a deep breath.
Then, a deeper one.
And finally, he crossed his legs in the lotus position, raising his hands with palms facing upwards, fingers relaxed and eyes almost closed.
It was time to align everything.
Everything.
Not just his powers.
But the forces that lived within him like proud beasts, each demanding to be dominant.
It was easy to fight using everything chaotically.
It was simple to unleash the violence.
Difficult… was controlling it.
