Something is rising, and it ain't the Shield Heroes, My power spreads quick like a plague in the zeroes. The mayor hands me keys, "It’s your town to command," The people all bow to my firm, just demand. The city cries out, "Won't a hero appear?" But Vergil ain't coming, he's nowhere near. No judgment, no battles, just whispers and grins, Bow to your king, for the reign now begins. ⣿⠧⡔⣆⠹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣀⢱⡘⣎⢼⡏⠘⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⠀⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠛⢻⣿ ⣿⠟⢂⠣⡸⡆⠳⡄⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠃⢀⣰⣿⣿ ⣿⣇⠸⡄⢣⠱⡤⠕⢜⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠇⢠⣴⣤⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣶⠨⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⢄⢹⠀⠁⣘⢧⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠈⠛⠉⠀⠀⠀⠙⠛⠛⠡⢀⠸⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⡞⡞⠂⠀⠩⢚⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢀⣀⠀⠀⢀⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣎⡀⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣇⢰⡀⠀⠀⠉⢯⠸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣰⣧⣄⣸⣳⣽⣆⠠⣐⡞⣽⣶⢡⠚⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣧⢱⣄⠀⠀⢂⣷⡎⢿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠈⢻⠘⠷⡽⠮⠀⢁⡼⠋⡀⠆⣑⢺ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡀⠀⠠⠌⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⡄⢸⣆⠀⠈⠀⣀⡾⢃⠠⡁⡮⣜⣹ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⢐⡿⣿⣷⡄⢀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡄⢻⣿⣾⡾⢋⡐⠤⢫⡕⣳⣣⣾