It was five years later. Five years after Cervantes had reclaimed the Soul Edge as his own. Cervantes stood on the forecastle of the Adrian, as the pirate ship entered port. The twin Soul Edge blades were sheathed at his sides. Being immortal, Cervantes had not aged at all, although his crew had. The Soul Edge had served him well. Numerous ships had fallen victim to Cervantes and the Adrian, and Cervantes' mansion on shore was filled with treasure. Engorged with the souls of the dead, the Soul Edge was more powerful than ever. Its aura of sheer terror broke the minds of many of its victims, long before the blades sucked the life from their bodies.

Over the years, many swordsmen had come to challenge Cervantes, and take possession of the Soul Edge, just as they had done all those years before. However, this time, the Soul Edge was so powerful that none of the challengers stood a chance. Cervantes remained the victor.

After the ship docked, Cervantes made his way to his luxurious mansion. As he approached the gateway, he sensed something. Something was wrong, but Cervantes didn't know what. Passing up the tree-lined driveway to the house, he sensed a strange presence, one which he could not recognise. Suddenly, Cervantes heard the voice of the Soul Edge... "Be careful. I sense the presence of the Krita-Yuga. The spirit sword. It has a power equal to my own, and almost destroyed me once.".

He entered the doorway, and soon found out what had happened. It was a trap!

The door slammed shut behind him, and from all sides, soldiers leapt from their hiding places, swords in their hands. Cervantes quickly drew the Soul Edge blades, just in time to parry the blade of the first assailant. His attacker died quickly, his decapitated head bouncing away on the floor, an expression of horror on its face. Another swordsman stabbed at Cervantes. With four fluid strokes, he was left a limbless torso. Trying to ignore their revulsion, the other soldiers continued the attack.
Cervantes was surrounded by soldiers, hacking at him from all sides. He parried frantically with both blades, but some of the blows were getting through, and Cervantes was weakening. Suddenly, something strange happened. The Soul Edge blades left Cervantes' hands, and began to fight by themselves. Cervantes drew his old swords, Acheron and Nirvana, and fought alongside the Soul Edge. The soldiers could not stand before their combined might, and soon, they all lay dead...

Cervantes sheathed Acheron and Nirvana. The Soul Edge ceased movement, and shot downwards, impaling themselves into the ground. Cervantes pulled the blades free, and as he did so, he once again felt that strange presence. He looked towards the grand staircase of the mansion, and saw two figures. One was a small, slender woman, who he did not recognise. The other was a tall armoured man. It was Seigfried...