"I'm trying to understand what caused this mutation..." Vergil murmured, his eyes fixed on the three swords resting on the makeshift altar at the center of the old stone hall.
The first was his constant companion — Yamato. A blade of austere beauty, slender and deadly. Forged by the same woman who had crafted the legendary Excalibur, Yamato was more than steel. It contained a part of his soul. Born with him, bound to his fate, it responded to his call no matter the distance, like an extension of his very being.
But now… Yamato had changed.
After absorbing a fragment of Excalibur, it had evolved. Its blade whispered with both sacred and profane energy. A Holy-Demonic sword — a living paradox. An impossible weapon.
The other two swords on the altar had belonged to Iridia and Zex — both fallen in battle. Weapons forged by the same creator, each holding a shard of the legendary artifact. Three fragments gathered... and that was no coincidence.
