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... of arcane vibrations coursed through the walls, each one pulsing with fragments of what was happening beyond… The deepest, most cursed, most tragic cell in the entire prison lay before her.
Sepphirothy stood motionless.
Her silhouette was projected against the enchanted glass that revealed, like a window into a personal hell, the cell that should never be used… a sealed space reserved only for hopeless abominations.
And now… there he was.
Her son.
Vergil. ...
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