Xemnas lifted his hands. The Qliphoth quaked. The ground beneath him split open. Black edifices surrounded him, their windows glowing through the cavern’s gloom. They stretched to the ceiling, some even reached it, scraping bits of stony bark off and allowing the chunks to fall to the earth. Vergil was in a cavern no longer. He was in a city.

He looked down to see cracks in the Qliphoth. Another building about to erupt. He drew the Devil Sword Vergil and cut across the width. The building shot up and slammed into Vergil. As it carried him higher up, however, it began to shift and to fall. The tower split down its center collapsed just as soon as it was created. There, Vergil could see the insides of the building— if they could even be called that. It was a completely solid surface, covered in white markings. To call these buildings would be wrong. They were oversized bricks. Vergil pushed his way out of the rubble.

“This is the power bestowed upon me by the powers bestowed upon the President by the powers of popular sovereignty,” said Xemnas.

- Ragnarust Round 5