Vergil stood still before the immense skeletal dragon, his eyes narrowing as he felt the energy still pulsing, though weak, deep within the bones of the monster. The air around him seemed to carry a sense of anticipation, as if the place itself were waiting for something.
Suddenly, the silence was broken.
A deep crack echoed through the air.
Vergil looked at the dragon. The energy that had once been weak and formless began to concentrate, condensing into a focal point at the shattered skull's center. The air grew heavier, and the bones began to crack, as if some invisible force was reassembling the broken parts.
He felt the pressure intensify.
The dragon's jaw moved slowly, and its massive head lifted, rotating with an unnatural force. The ribs, once scattered and broken, began to align, reconnecting to the rest of the skeleton.
The sound was like the creaking of twisted metal, yet filled with a primordial force, as if the very world were bending to accommodate the monster.
