The bridge formed from lightning continued stretching out before Vergil and Susanoo, crossing an expanse that seemed to have neither beginning nor end.
After the dimensional cut closed behind them, every trace of the previous temple disappeared.
There were no mountains.
No land.
No conventional horizon.
There was only a vast darkness filled with enormous clouds and storms forming in every direction, continuously illuminated by countless bolts of lightning.
Some discharges traveled distances so great that Vergil couldn't even see where they ended, while others split into thousands of branches before disappearing into the void.
"Where exactly are we?" Vergil asked, walking calmly beside Susanoo.
The bridge reacted to the goddess's steps, solidifying moments before her feet touched its surface and dissolving back into electricity a few meters behind them.
