Vergil looked up. Darkness spread through the sky, dotted with twinkling stars. The Hellcaptain had delivered the greatest of the Underworld’s rivers: the Styx. All of its celestial bodies descended upon Vergil, and the world became night. Vergil unsheathed the Yamato for the final time.

His heart pounded as the heavens came crashing down. He held his sword high above his head and cut an arc. He pushed the sword through countless stars and dragged the rupture as far as he could travel, he carved constellations. His blade bisected the sea from the sky.

His form had to be perfect to cut through space. His arms shook in their desperate struggle to stay on the strike’s proper course. Concentrate. Concentrate. Now, he got to choose where the stars would fall. The Styx poured into the trough Vergil made, and fell upon the Hellcaptain. The mighty Gundam crashed into the waters, battered by a cosmic cataract. Vergil finished his strike. Sweat dripped down his forehead, stung his eyes.

- Ragnarust Round 2