The Symphony of Hell

"Yes, finally something to keep me interested."

The arena seethed with the intensity of the battle between Vergil and Magnus, as if hell itself was being summoned to earth. The ground had warped and melted multiple times, with the shouts of the crowd blending into the sounds of energy waves erupting around the two warriors.

But… Vergil, sweating and breathing heavily, could feel Magnus's pressure intensifying with each second, the heat around him rising exponentially.

'I get it! Your power is fueled by your emotions? HAHAHA!'

Magnus looked like a star about to explode, with black flames spiraling around him.

His body, now a monstrous figure, radiated an aura so hot that the air around him shimmered like a desert mirage. His flames had grown darker and more violent, swirling around him like infernal serpents, ready to consume everything in their path.