Vergil knows his enemies personally.

When Vergil emerged from the dark dimension and returned to the skies of Los Angeles, he was immediately struck by a sight that made him furrow his brow.

Chaos consumed the city. Buildings in flames, debris flying through the wind, and screams echoing through the streets below. But that wasn't what truly caught his attention.

"What the hell…?" he murmured, narrowing his eyes.

Then, something in the sky shone intensely—a golden ray of light pierced through the clouds like a divine spear, illuminating everything with a nearly blinding radiance.

Vergil had to shield his eyes for a moment, feeling the overwhelming pressure of that presence.

"What the hell is this?" he muttered, trying to focus his vision… That's when he felt the cold, delicate touch on his chest.

His instincts screamed, and he instantly tried to move away—but it was already too late.

A sensual, alluring voice whispered near his lips, her warm breath brushing against him.