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... roars, and the sound of ripping flesh, was now plunged into silence.
Vergil stood in the center of the devastated clearing, breathing deeply but not panting. The bloodied body was a grotesque painting: the skin scarred, the face streaked red and black, the sword dripping as if it had just been pulled from a river of blood.
All around, there was nothing alive. Only corpses. Hundreds.
Crushed heads, ripped open torsos, limbs scattered like broken toys. The acrid smell of i ...
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