Vergil lay on the bed, his body still heavy from the insane battle that had taken place and the cursed energy that had been healed—but not completely eradicated.
His muscles ached, his skin was exhausted, and his spirit… well, his spirit was finally allowing him to relax after so long fighting against his own fatigue.
His eyes were closed, but his mind was clear... "I want to kill them all..." he murmured mentally, vividly remembering that bastard from the Skull.
"I didn't even see him hitting me... I don't know if it was when I arrived, when I was fighting, or when I fled..." Something greater was taking shape, something he needed to understand, something he didn't yet fully comprehend. "He's very strong."
But since he couldn't deal with those problems for now... he was taking a small break... One that... well... he wasn't the only one who decided to take a nap.