“Grrrr,” said Vergil, because there really wasn’t anything else he could say. He swung his blade.

Xemnas held out a hand. A short beam of energy extended outward. He collided it against the Devil Sword Vergil.

Vergil immediately drew his blade back. Something was wrong. Up until this point, the cuts left by Devil Sword Vergil stayed there, continuously cutting that point in space until Vergil sheathed his blade. Yet, no such scar remained.

“Surprised?” Xemnas drifted over to the scar where Vergil cut through his barrier. “Then I shall explain. It would seem that your blade can cut through time. In doing so, it leaves an indefinite scar on space, where it cuts at a constant rate. However, what is a cut? It is an act of separation. That line where the cut separates is known as the cut.

“The ‘cut’ is a liminal space between those two cut halves, a point that is neither. It is where the cut object was and now isn’t. In this case, the air itself. Perhaps even the fabric of space. In either case, it is an area of constant destruction. And where there is destruction, there is nothingness. In other words, the wounds you inflict on reality in and of themselves inflict nothingness.” Xemnas swiped his hand laser-beam through Vergil’s cut. It disappeared. “As someone who is nothing, it just so happens that nothingness is my domain.”

“I don’t understand a word you just said.”

Xemnas shook his head. “I did not think you would. Then I shall speak a language you understand. Combat.”

- Ragnarust Round 5