Princesses saved

"Your past will no longer have power over the future," he said as he focused his energy to heal them faster.

"Hm?" He questioned himself and turned, looking at... a kind of black orb of fire and shadow floating in the air, as if calling to him.

Vergil narrowed his eyes, feeling the dark and overwhelming presence emanating from the black orb. It was as if all the darkness and hatred that Ashborne had cultivated in his existence had now condensed into a single form, pulsating in the air with an almost tangible intensity.

"Is this... the core of his power?" Vergil murmured to himself, the Yamato in his hand vibrating slightly, as if reacting to the orb's presence.

'How strange...'

The black sphere floated, surrounded by dark flames and intertwined shadows that seemed alive, like serpents trying to reach something—or someone. It pulsed, each beat resonating like an evil heart that refused to stop.