The Lethe erupted beneath him. Vergil tried to keep hold of the Sharpedo, but it was no use. The two had separated in the air. He dissolved into shadow and teleported towards it, but it was just no use. Their arcs were irregular, their paths didn’t align. As Vergil fell, he kept his gaze on the finish. It was so close now. And the Hellcaptain was gaining again. Vergil would not snatch defeat from the jaws of victory, not when he was so close! Veril turned towards the Lethe and cut a portal. He was close enough now, he could shorten the distance. He fell through, and the path of the cut converted the speed accrued from gravity into a forward velocity. He shot out of the portal, blitzed ahead, past the arch—

Satan declared Vergil’s victory. It was the last thing Vergil heard before he skidded across the water’s surface, and sank into the Lethe.

- Ragnarust Round 2