Her voice reverberated as she chanted a spell used by many under the will of Trigon. “Azarath… metrion… ZIN-GAHHHH!”

With a quick flick of his katana, Vergil had separated the daughter of Trigon’s arm from her body, causing an ear curdling scream as the limb fell to the ground with a dull thump. They may have both been the half-human spawn of demon lords, but the power discrepancy between them was laughable.

- Ultim8_Lifeform Round 3