Vergil allowed his demonic soul to burn. He released his Devil Trigger and tore ahead. Nothing would be spared from his blade, from his judgment. A lattice-work of strikes distorted the air and stayed there. In his charge, he passed three buildings on either side. Six buildings he passed. Six buildings groaned. And six buildings fell. From their base they crumbled, falling into the ever-cutting scars and falling into myriad chunks of rubble.

Vergil directed his gaze back to the skyline. It was almost dizzying, the buildings which seemed to slowly close in and suffocate him. There was a rumbling and he turned around. Even more, buildings rose in the place of the ones he had destroyed. Yet, he had not allowed those points in space to cease cutting. And so all those buildings, too, fell just as soon as they were created. A sea of rubble rose.

- Ragnarust Round 5