THE VILLAIN'S POV Chapter 686: Frey and Snow vs Wesker (4)

The golden markings etched across his muscular frame persisted, yet he was reaching his limit under the crushing weight of the Soul of Light.

Witnessing his comrade's desperate struggle, Snow inhaled deeply, allowing the Soul of Light to erupt violently from his core.

"Then so be it... until death, my friend," Snow declared. He unleashed a thundering tide of radiance and slammed his heel into the earth, splitting the ground beneath him.

He ascended instantly within a pillar of brilliance to stand beside Frey; their gazes locked in a split second.

In that solitary look, a silent understanding passed between them.

Snow was prepared to sacrifice his life alongside Frey if the situation demanded it. This resolve steadied Frey, suppression the frantic madness and rage that Wesker had ignited.

Now, the pair revealed their final trump cards, commencing a terminal clash against the Fourth Seat.

With Snow’s support, Frey avoided losing his sanity and falling into the psychological traps set by Wesker.

United in purpose once more, they coordinated their movements, determined to bring this conflict to a conclusion.

They had pushed themselves to the brink; their remaining time was scarce.

Consequently, in the heat of the fray, they both shut their eyes.

They found their consciousnesses meeting in a void marbled with black and white—a mental landscape reflecting their dual natures.

"Hey... you look pitiful, old friend," Frey remarked. Snow gave a short laugh, lifting his white mantle of light to show the ruined state of his armor.

"Don’t blame me... the opponent is the Fourth Seat, as you know. A true monster. And despite everything we’ve thrown at him... he is not fighting at full power against us."

"Yes. I can say with certainty he’s holding back," Frey answered, confirming Snow’s observation.

Within that monochrome expanse, the two were intimately aware of each other's physical state.

Both were spent; their frames could no longer sustain the massive amounts of power they had channeled into the engagement.

The outcome might have differed had they achieved SSS rank, but their lack of that specific rank was a critical weakness.

"This is truly ironic," Snow commented. "I am the remnant of a Pure Vessel... while you serve as the vessel for the strength of a legendary warrior who once terrified the hearts of Demons."

It appeared Snow possessed little knowledge regarding Nameless, as that figure only emerged following the Pure Vessel’s loss to Agaroth.

Nevertheless, he could perceive Frey’s current condition with clarity.

Snow Leonheart had undergone a radical evolution, displaying a shocking maturity since he discovered his path and embraced his true self.

He was no longer the gullible hero of the past...

He had transformed into a genuine warrior.

A formidable combatant—someone who could be trusted completely on the battlefield.

"I bet that if we still possessed our old power... mine as Pure Vessel, and yours as Nameless... defeating a demon like Wesker wouldn’t have been an obstacle at all."

"I won’t argue with that," Frey answered curtly, shifting his attention toward the distant horizon of the void.

"We cannot sustain this fight much longer... we must gamble everything on a final blow."

Snow signaled his agreement with a nod.

"A joint attack... something significantly more powerful than anything we have manifested thus far. Wesker is still treating us lightly. We have to exploit that."

"Yes... this is our only chance."

Frey closed his eyes... and Snow followed suit.

The Black Hole Aura.

The Light Soul Aura.

Both were instruments of absolute carnage—one forged from the abyss, the other from celestial light.

Light served as the natural antithesis to demons...

The most potent weapon to use against them.

However, regarding sheer destructive potential, the Black Hole Aura could surpass even the Soul of Light.

Yet, specifically against demonic entities...

The Soul of Light was capable of carving deeper scars.

Instead of launching individual strikes...

Snow suggested a reckless plan.

A fused strike—merging the Black Hole Aura with the Soul of Light.

On the surface, such a feat was impossible.

But the two of them—bound by the Affinity System—were so harmonized that they could perceive each other's thoughts instantly.

Snow recalled seeing a similar phenomenon...

Deep within the memories of his predecessor...

The moment the Pure Vessel clashed with the Demon King, Agaroth.

In that era, the Demon King had performed an act that defied logic:

He merged two World-Breaking Powers into a singular, unified assault.

That maneuver had been the deciding factor in the Pure Vessel’s downfall.

Snow now intended for them to replicate that feat.

A combined technique of Shadow and Light.

For a fleeting second, the idea seemed madness.

But they both knew—instinctively—

That they were capable of it.

Their synchronization during the battle with Wesker had reached a transcendent level.

Wesker felt the atmosphere in the surrounding void begin to warp.

He sensed a massive force gathering...

But he was already too late to intervene.

A pitch-black chasm opened from Frey’s blade, looking like a tear ripped from another dimension.

This was the Black Hole Aura unleashed at its absolute maximum capacity.

From Snow’s blade, a blinding radiance erupted, drenching the world in light—the full might of the Soul of Light.

"Style of Frey Starlight—"

"Style of Snow Leonheart—"

They shouted together, swinging their weapons with every ounce of their remaining strength.

A final, singular strike, more devastating than any previous technique.

From their swords, shadow and brilliance rose in unison, altering the fabric of reality

and crashing down upon the demon with full force.

For the first time... Wesker’s demeanor shifted.

His arrogant grin faded.

His features contorted in genuine alarm at the staggering power manifested in that final instant.

"Nameless Judgement."

"Judgment of Light."

They discharged their ultimate techniques—two arcs of total annihilation capable of cleaving the heavens.

However, the strike took an unexpected form:

It did not hit Wesker as two separate forces.

Instead...

The Light and the Void became entwined.

Nameless Judgement and Judgment of Light merged into one entity.

A new aura was born—neither shadow nor radiance—

But a gray, impossible force.

A power that silenced the world—

weapons fell from trembling hands as eyes turned toward the sky in terror.

Even the most powerful spectators could not grasp the scale of what they were seeing.

Beatrice’s face twisted in dread as she sensed the magnitude of the coming impact.

"If Lord Wesker takes that head-on..."

She understood the truth.

Even the Fourth Seat could not survive a cataclysm of that level.

But there was no time to escape.

The Judgment engulfed him completely.

Inside that massive gray expanse of erasure, Wesker disappeared...

His darkness was unraveled...

And only his third eye remained, glowing with a faint, bloody hue.

He realized...

His foes had attained the strength to challenge destiny itself.

In that moment...

For the first time in millennia...

Wesker was pushed to the very edge.

By warriors far beneath his rank.