THE VILLAIN'S POV Chapter 684: Frey and Snow vs Wesker (2)

The demon neutralized every assault with effortless ease.

"Such extravagant power... hahahaha!"

Wesker’s booming laughter shook the firmament as he rained down hundreds of obsidian projectiles.

Snow met the onslaught with his shimmering shield, causing fragments of shadow and light to cascade around them like rain.

"I have witnessed Nito brandishing the Soul of Light in past conflicts," Wesker remarked, firing a concussive blast that fractured Snow’s defensive plating, "yet I have never seen it shine with the brilliance you possess!"

"It appears the Soul of Light only manifests its ultimate capability when held by a true Lightbearer! That is why even Nito of the Ninth Seat falls short! Not even the Demon King, Agaroth himself, could master it!"

Indeed, in a forgotten era, Agaroth had conquered the Soul of Light despite it being a lethal toxin to his nature. However, he was never able to command it with the same finesse he applied to the five other Souls under his dominion:

The Soul of Blood The Soul of Darkness The Soul of Death The Demonic Soul The Soul of Reincarnation The Soul of Light

These six primordial Souls were regarded as the foundations of all creation—the ancient origins from which every manifestation of power was born. Agaroth had seized them all, yet he only achieved mastery over five. The solitary one that eluded his control was the Soul of Light—the ultimate bane of his race.

"Exquisite!" Wesker bellowed, his mirth vibrating through the clouds. "Exquisite... and simultaneously pathetic! Such potential is being squandered!"

A torrent of darkness erupted, blotting out the sky.

"It is a tragedy that you remain too feeble to harness its peak power! Had you succeeded, the conclusion of this duel might have shifted!"

Ensnared on all sides, Snow was engulfed by Wesker’s falling shadows—a lethal strike designed for total annihilation. The radiance of the Pure Vessel was finally extinguished. The end seemed certain.

Yet, his frantic resistance was not in vain. At that terminal second, a violet flash surged from the ground, cleaving through Wesker’s darkness and liberating Snow from the abyss.

Frey Starlight emerged from the fracture, his form wreathed in a colossal aura.

"I apologize for the delay, Snow," he remarked, his tone steady and determined. "And... I am grateful—for waking me up."

Grasping the Dark Sister, which had now merged with Balerion, Frey took a measured breath and pointed his sword toward Wesker.

"Let us conclude this as one... my brother."

As those words were spoken, Snow’s luminous eyes widened behind his gilded visor. Before him, Frey initiated a secret technique never before witnessed.

"Ten Thousand Steps of Shadow: Frey Starlight’s Style—Blackblade Waltz!"

Frey did not slash this time; instead, he executed a thrust. It was a singular, piercing strike. As he moved, the fabric of the void tore open in a straight line—a spatial rift that lunged directly into Wesker’s chest.

A wave of cosmic ink erupted, and for the first time, it bypassed the demon’s protection.

"He... he actually landed a hit," Snow murmured in shock.

This marked only the second time Frey had managed to wound Wesker—the first being during the Nameless Judgement—and now he had done so again with this terrifying new move. Wesker himself stopped mid-motion, observing the injury with slight surprise before the truth became clear.

"This aura... I understand now."

He looked at Frey’s sword, and the realization took hold. The Dark Sister was now vibrating with that same celestial-black glow.

"Black Hole Aura—Output: 100%."

Frey drew a slow breath, his violet eyes flashing with resolve. He had discarded the use of standard aura. What now surrounded him was a far superior force—the absolute and flawless manifestation of the Black Hole Aura.

Utilizing the Black Hole Aura imposed a brutal burden on Frey’s constitution, and the quantity he could safely channel was extremely restricted. To avoid total collapse, he typically mixed it with his standard aura to manage the strain. In a typical fight, he never dared to exceed a 30% threshold.

But now, Frey cast aside all caution. He unleashed the full 100%—even if it meant his own destruction.

"Let's go, Snow!" he cried out, his voice shaking with fierce intent.

Snow immediately ascended to his side, his radiant silhouette contrasting against Frey’s shadow-wreathed figure.

"Let’s finish it!"

One burned with a regal, dark intensity, while the other shone with pure brilliance—a living union of light and shadow fighting as one.

"The Soul of Light combined with the Black Hole Aura of Nameless..." Wesker’s smile grew wider, his voice thick with pleasure. Two of the most cataclysmic powers in existence had been turned against him. Yet, rather than showing trepidation, Wesker laughed and spread his arms wide.

"Show me what you have!"

BOOOOOOM!

Responding to the challenge, Frey and Snow charged at light-speed, their weapons carving through the heavens toward the demon. Wesker met them directly, manifesting massive dark suns of aura around his forearms and swinging them like cosmic bludgeons.

The impact was world-shattering. Shockwaves ripped through the firmament and echoed across the carnage on the battlefield below. It was a confrontation of SSS-rank proportions—a struggle between entities who had transcended the limitations of mortality. Frey and Snow stood as the pinnacle of humanity, the most formidable weapons ever forged by the Empire. If they were defeated, the final hope of mankind would perish with them.

Below, soldiers and elite students paused to look at the sky amidst their own struggle, praying that those above could achieve the impossible: slaying the beast whose laughter rattled the world.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Concussions thundered incessantly as light and shadow collided. Frey and Snow swung their blades with relentless fury, painting the crimson sky with streaks of ebony and ivory until the heavens themselves seemed to shift colors. Three trails of light wove together—two swords clashing against a pair of demonic hands encased in void energy.

The pace was too frantic to track, the intensity too high for thought, and the stakes too high for doubt. In this storm of violence, strategy was replaced by pure instinct and sheer will. For reasons unknown, Wesker chose to fight them head-on, stopping his manipulation of the waves—a choice that surrendered his usual tactical edge. Frey and Snow had no time to ponder his motives; they could only continue the assault. They fought with every ounce of their being.

For the first time, Wesker’s mockery was replaced by a flicker of true respect. The way they fought in perfect unison, covering each other’s flaws and sensing each other’s thoughts, was impeccable.

"It is as if I am facing one warrior instead of two..." Wesker whispered, his eyes shining. Frey and Snow were bound by a connection that defied explanation—a powerful link that allowed them to function as a single entity. Through this bond, their combined strength far surpassed their individual limits.

For the first time in this conflict, light and darkness stood together, and their united front forced the Fourth Seat of the Upper Demons to retreat. The sky became a web of intersecting energy—thousands of vibrant lines clashing and weaving in a display that was both terrifying and beautiful.

Ironically, such a spectacle had occurred once before: the day Wesker fought the Engineer, German, and the Miracle, Abraham Starlight. History was repeating itself, but this time with Frey Starlight and Snow Lionheart at the center.

As the conflict reached its peak, Wesker threw his head back in a fit of manic laughter, intoxicated by the chaos and their refusal to surrender.

"A magnificent struggle! What a glorious show of defiance!"

BOOOOM!

"You are challenging fate! You are attempting to rewrite destiny!"

BOOOOOM!

"Ah... yes! That is the sensation I have craved—watching legendary warriors push beyond their breaking point... only to see their hope and fury twisted into total despair!"

"I have already glimpsed the future! Today, you shall understand true terror... and the flavor of hopelessness, O heroes of man!"

Wesker’s laughter tore through the heavens as the battle between gods and demons reached its critical climax—a moment that would alter the course of human history forever.