Bab 39: Chapter 39

"Ouch, that kind of hurt," said Vergil, wincing as he slowly regained his footing. He reached down, brushing off the dirt and debris that clung to his clothes, a testament to the force of the recent attack.

Nearby, Lupin, his steadfast companion, stood tall, seemingly unfazed by the preceding onslaught. A nod of silent understanding passed between them, and in Vergil's mind, he thought, "It's a werewolf, alright."

The moon cast an eerie glow over the scene, its pale light revealing the remnants of the fierce clash that had transpired in the dimly lit alley. Crates lay in splinters, glass shards glittered like fallen stars, and twisted metal hinted at the chaos that had unfolded. But Vergil and Lupin were warriors who never backed down, especially not when facing a formidable adversary like Gabriel.

Lupin's keen ears pricked up as a voice emerged from the shadows,It was from Shinobu.