devil may cry 5

The night swallowed Red Grave City, the air thick with an ominous fog, twisted by demonic energies. Amidst the chaos, a figure walked with calm precision. Their coat, black as the void, trailed behind them like a living shadow. Pale, with silver-white hair, their gaze burned with molten gold, eyes that had seen too much. At their side hung a blade, jagged and cursed, crackling with demonic power. They moved without haste, every step an omen of destruction. Nearby, Dante’s laughter echoed as he tore through the ranks of demons, a wild grin on his face. Nero, his mechanical arm whirring, dispatched foes with brutal precision. Lady and Trish stood by, watching the battle unfold with calculated focus. Nico’s workshop churned in the background, weapons and gadgets ready to be deployed. But in the shadows, V lingered, frail but determined, having enlisted Dante and Nero to stop Urizen, a demon who threatened the very fabric of their world. As Dante defeated Urizen, the city trembled. V, weak and worn, absorbed the fallen demon's essence, reconstructing Vergil in a twist of fate. Vergil’s icy presence returned, but now, the battle between father and son, brother and brother, had taken a darker turn.