He braced himself and felt a hot wind coming from the west. He unsheathed the Yamato and plunged the blade into reality’s fabric. With a single stroke he cut through the fibers which bound Hell’s plane of reality together. A portal, edges frayed opened up and howled as it drew in the air. A Phlegethon mire poured into the universe’s open wound and disappeared to a place where Vergil didn’t have to worry about it anymore. He continued on.

- Ragnarust Round 2