Zack floated in nothingness. It felt so wrong; usually he would be speaking to Aerith right now. So why was he in total darkness? He tried to move but was immobilized by some strange force. Something held him here like glue but what was it?

Dante swore as the sword cut his flesh. Pain coursed through his body, yet he ignored it. He and Vergil where in another one of their bloody battles. Sweat dripped down his back and his mussels felt like giving up, yet he pressed on, trying to beat his brother. He deeply wished that he and his brother had grown up to be friends, but that would never happen. They had grown up to be each other's bane. Cold steel sliped from his shirt, he spared a moment to look down and see that his amulet had fallen out of his shirt and ws dangling right next to Vergil's. Dante cursed and reached to stuff it back in his shirt but failed to grab it in time. The two amulets touched and with a sickening crack they ripped through all time and space. Dante felt cold as he was flung into a black hole along with his brother. They where forced apart and where thrown far away from each other. Soon Dante felt air; he felt the sensation of falling. Then came impact, he fell hard onto the ground and something hard hit his head. He blacked out but his last thoughts where Damn you Vergil.

Zack opened his eyes for the first true time in years. He was laying right next to his sword, but why was it rusty? He shrugged it off and looked around. His eyes fell on a man with white hair lying next to him. The man twitched and Zack slowly got to his feet, this was hard but he managed.