THE VILLAIN'S POV Chapter 687: The King’s Eye

A definitive combined assault... a strike that merged the absolute limits of Frey and Snow’s power.

By working in unison, the pair had managed to fuse two World-Breaking abilities.

It was a feat once performed by Agaroth himself during his ancient conflict with Pure Vessel.

The Soul of Light and the Black Hole Aura stood as some of the most ruinous powers in all of existence; their synthesis was, by definition, apocalyptic.

As the Dark Aura crashed into its luminous counterpart, the collision birthed a completely unprecedented force.

A somber gray radiance emerged, so suffocating that the atmosphere went still for several moments, as if the world itself were reeling from the sheer scale of the annihilation.

Merely witnessing that aura from a distance inspired primal dread.

Wesker, however, stood at the epicenter, absorbing the full brunt of the impact.

During those few thundering seconds...

A look of genuine shock crossed Wesker’s face, showing his disbelief at the heights his adversaries had scaled.

Since the onset of the duel, he had held back, never utilizing even a fraction of his true Cultivation or strength.

Even then, Frey and Snow had failed to truly threaten him, despite the advantages he had intentionally granted them.

But this...

This specific blow, born from the union of two World-Breaking forces, possessed the lethality required to end his life.

Of that fact, Wesker was absolutely certain.

Even if he were to manifest his maximum power and reinforce his defenses with every drop of his aura, he would remain unable to withstand it.

He recognized his impending doom.

His shock transformed into wonder.

That wonder soon evolved into a deep curiosity.

Eventually, that curiosity twisted into a subtle smirk.

"...It has been since my confrontation with the Ghoul sovereign that I felt such a sensation.

To think that beings who have yet to even cross the threshold of SSS-rank could threaten my existence...

How preposterous..."

"Truly... preposterous."

Closing his primary eyes, Wesker relied solely on his third eye, which stared fixedly at the approaching wave of destruction.

The King’s Eye possesses the ability to perceive fate and the threads of the future, yet it remained blind to the destinies of Frey Starlight and Snow Leonheart, whose paths were too potent and shrouded in mystery.

Even Agaroth would find it a challenge to fully unravel their fates.

Consequently, the King’s Eye offered no tactical advantage against them.

Wesker had been unable to foresee their ultimate gambit.

Yet, despite the hopelessness of his situation, no trace of fear touched Wesker’s features.

Though he lacked the means to block it.

Though he lacked the means to evade it.

He maintained a chilling composure as the gray aura swallowed him whole, systematically erasing his physical form.

Wesker’s body crumbled at a terrifying velocity, dissolving into nothingness until only that sinister, crimson third eye remained suspended in the darkness.

The King’s Eye was the sole survivor of the blast.

The Fourth Seat of the High Demons had been wiped out in a display so surreal it defied belief.

In those fleeting moments...

Wesker was dead, without a shadow of a doubt.

However, death does not always signify a final conclusion.

The instant his physical vessel vanished entirely, a localized anomaly occurred.

The King’s Eye erupted with a crimson glow deeper and more malevolent than ever before.

Then, as if governed by forbidden laws...

Time ground to a halt.

The fabric of the world froze.

The void and everything it contained became motionless.

Everything, that is, except for the pulsating red eye.

Suddenly, beneath the floating eye, a mouth manifested from the empty air.

It was Wesker’s mouth.

It curled into his trademark horrific grin before he began to speak.

"The King’s Eye is a World-Breaking ability... a gift from the Great King Agaroth. It stands as one of his most formidable powers."

The eye burned brighter, slowly eroding the fused gray aura.

"This power grants its host the ability to see the destinies of all living things...

But did you truly believe its utility ended there?"

Wesker’s laughter rang out, his voice vibrating through the frozen expanse as his body began to reconstruct itself as if the damage were an illusion.

Simultaneously, the combined strike—the final hope into which Frey and Snow had poured their very souls—evaporated as though it had never been cast.

"The Great King Agaroth possesses only two eyes, and each harbors a terrifying power beyond comparison.

One of those eyes resides within me.

And its most potent function is quite simple—"

Wesker’s grin grew wider.

"To reject any phenomenon it observes."

The King’s Eye continued to devour the joint assault, deleting it from reality.

"Be proud. Your attack was sufficiently powerful that I was forced to employ my ultimate weapon to survive.

However... unlike the King himself, I am restricted to using the King’s Eye but once per engagement.

Hihihihihi..."

As he spoke, thick streams of blood poured down from his forehead.

The radiance of the King’s Eye began to dim until Wesker finally shut it, marking the first time it had been closed in an age.

Thus, one of Agaroth’s most nightmare-inducing abilities was revealed...

The Eye that denies any fate threatening its master.

The King’s Eye had witnessed the certainty of Wesker’s death at the hands of Frey and Snow...

And so, it simply refused to let that reality exist.

Which meant—

The final, desperate gamble of Frey and Snow...

Was erased.

As if it were a mere dream.

Standing in the center of the distorted void...

Wesker remained unscathed, his face stained with blood that only served to make him look more monstrous.

It was a scene that laid bare the true terror of the Upper Seats.

Time resumed its flow.

Above Caelid, the echoes of the explosion finally rang out.

Below, the spectators remained ignorant of the result.

They only knew that Frey and Snow had unleashed a power the likes of which the world had never seen.

And so, everyone waited in breathless anticipation.

Every soldier and every elite student...

Sansa, Uriel, and Ghost... all of them gazed into the heavens, shivering with a mixture of terror and expectation.

Was victory theirs?

Had they truly toppled such a demon?

If Frey and Snow had met with failure...

What fate awaited them all?

The mere thought of that outcome was paralyzing.

Every human on the battlefield prayed with desperate fervor...

Hoping that the strike had been sufficient.

Gradually, the shroud of aura masking the sky began to dissipate.

And at last...

The truth was exposed.

A truth that would be etched into their memories forever.

The sky had reverted to its crimson hue...

The color of absolute despair.

And in the center of that bloody sky...

They witnessed a sight that caused eyes to bulge and pure panic to sweep through the ranks.

"...No..."

Sansa was the first to gasp...

And that single word acted as a catalyst, triggering a wave of screams and frantic denial throughout the army.

Because what they were looking at...

Was despair incarnate.

High in the air, Wesker floated perfectly fine, that same gruesome smile etched onto his face.

And in his long, grotesque hands... he gripped two figures that every person below knew instantly.

In his right hand was Frey.

In his left was Snow.

Both were limp and broken, lacking even the strength to hold their weapons.

They had been utterly crushed, victimized by a counterattack they hadn't even considered.

The two had been convinced that their ultimate move would at least leave Wesker crippled...

But they were paralyzed by shock when it vanished into thin air, followed immediately by Wesker's brutal retaliation.

Frey and Snow had not anticipated this outcome for even a fraction of a second.

Thus, they were helpless as they were dismantled by the Fourth Highest Seat of the Demons.

And so—

Lifting them by their necks, he showcased their ruined bodies to the world below.

Wesker cackled, proclaiming his victory exactly as he had planned.

With that, the seeds of hopelessness took root.

Cries of agony broke out everywhere.

Sansa and Uriel attempted to intervene... to do anything at all...

But they were swarmed by the Ultras, who renewed their assault the moment Wesker’s triumph was evident.

They couldn't even bypass the Ultras...

How could they ever hope to challenge the monster in the sky?

In his grasp, Frey and Snow were fading.

Snow had already slipped into unconsciousness.

Wesker had pulverized his internal organs to ensure his death, and only the Soul of Light was keeping his heart beating.

"Incredible... So this is the power that allowed Pure Vessel to survive the King once before..."

The Soul of Light was indeed a marvel.

Even when Agaroth had cleaved Pure Vessel in two, the Soul of Light had preserved him.

Now, it was performing the same miracle for Snow.

Yet, under Wesker’s relentless pressure, neither Snow nor the Soul of Light could endure for much longer.

Conversely, Frey remained awake and tried to struggle.

But it was a futile effort.

Wesker had ravaged his body with a strange power Frey had never seen, preventing his regeneration from functioning.

He was completely spent.

He could do nothing but watch as the catastrophe unfolded.

"Don't give me that look, Frey. Why the surprise? This result was certain from the very start."

"I warned you... you are incapable of defeating me.

Though I suppose I should praise you two for forcing me to rely on the inevitability of the King’s Eye."

Wesker shifted his attention toward the burning empire below.

He didn't look entirely pleased, as his original plan had been disrupted.

His actual goal had been to trigger Frey Starlight’s Nameless Mode once again.

That was the reason he had toyed with them; he desired Nameless, not the boy Frey.

Nameless possessed overwhelming might, and even with Frey’s limited toolkit, he would be a terrifying foe.

However, without several of his former assets, Wesker was confident he could dominate Nameless if he seized Frey’s body, just as he had with Zibar.

That would have weakened Agaroth’s seal significantly, allowing Wesker to fulfill his secret agenda.

But that plan failed the moment he was forced to expend the King’s Eye.

Without the Eye’s power of inevitability, Wesker no longer felt secure in confronting Nameless.

Therefore, he had to conclude the combat now.

"It matters not. There will be plenty of chances later."

He whispered, already formulating his next move.