Vergil had been a regular Mana Foundation Magus when he was conscripted for war.
But over the years, after surviving one battle after another and accumulating enough merit, he had been able to acquire resources that helped him become a Mana Liquefaction Magus.
He had been one of the people who had been thinking of secretly deserting the army. He had seen his comrades die under the blades of the shadowkins. The last few sleepless nights had caused him to nearly die on several occasions in the battles that took place during the daytime.
But when he heard the Dark King's speech, something deep inside his heart was ignited. All this time, he had fought only for himself. The army provided him food and shelter, and that was enough. It had been one of the main reasons he had enlisted in the army, actually.
But now, he fought for something greater than himself. And that gave him strength that he didn't even know he had.
