Vergil faced the tidal wave of Ranger laborers. Each strike eliminated Rangers by the droves. Reality shattered with every swing. The wounds he inflicted onto space’s fabric rent apart any foolish enough to even approach. And yet, even when all this was done, a multitude of Rangers remained. Skilled enough to weave through his lacerations. Fast enough to dodge his strikes. They surrounded him and assailed him on all sides. He avoided the attacks as best he could— but he was only one man. One doppelganger still occupied Drakkon. Another attempted to contend with the Drum Major. But the music persisted. Xemnas’s attacks carried on.

Vergil grew weary. He called forth a shower of mirage blades and plunged them down. They crashed against a wave of Rangers, and half a dozen fell. But it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t nearly enough. Could this be his limit?

- Ragnarust Round 5