Victoria didn't even have time to react.
The instant Vergil lifted her by the neck, the difference between them became painfully evident. There was no struggle. There was no resistance. There was no illusion of balance.
There was only power.
A power so overwhelming it seemed to turn everything around into something insignificant.
Vergil's hand tightened.
Then he threw her to the ground.
The impact made the entire chamber tremble.
Before any of the Sins could process what had happened, he struck her again.
And again.
Each blow made the hall shake.
Cracks in the floor spread in every direction.
Stones plummeted from the ceiling.
The pressure released by his presence made it difficult even to breathe.
Victoria tried to react.
She tried to gather energy.
She tried to summon any ability.
Nothing worked.
Because Vergil didn't give her time to think.
Much less to fight. When he finally released her, she remained motionless among the rubble.
Defeated.
Unable to continue.
