THE VILLAIN'S POV Chapter 688: The Past Rises With Blood
Previously on THE VILLAIN'S POV...
Wesker’s plan to utterly shatter Frey involved taking him captive for the time being, followed by the systematic execution of his inner circle to exert maximum psychological torment.
He decided to begin with Snow Leonheart, a target he never intended to spare.
Since finding his path, Snow had displayed incredible growth and maturity; if his progress remained unchecked, his ascension as the next Pure Vessel was inevitable.
Consequently, Wesker was determined to end his life right here, regardless of any objections from the Soul of Light.
"The Soul of Light is about to flicker out... and your life will vanish along with it, Snow."
These words were hissed directly into Snow’s ear.
"You are running out of time.
Your final hour is at hand.
Tick... tock... tick... tock... tick... tock..."
The final seconds of Snow’s life were being counted down by Wesker.
Frey’s eyes looked as though they might burst from the strain.
In those frantic moments, he attempted to move his limbs hundreds, perhaps thousands of times.
Yet, his physical form remained unresponsive.
It appeared, in every sense, that he had lost everything.
Across the sea, Geppetto was currently leading an invasion of demon forces against the land where his sister resided.
In this very place, his friends and allies were being slaughtered by the Ultras and Wesker.
For the first time, every single thing Frey held dear was on the brink of simultaneous destruction.
The realization broke him.
He tried to struggle again and again... and again.
But Wesker denied him any movement.
The situation was hopeless.
Driven to total despair, Frey pleaded for Nameless to seize control of his body once more.
"Please... take my body... take everything... just don’t let them die..."
He projected this whisper into the depths of his mind, reaching toward the mask within the abyss, begging for intervention.
In such a dire crisis, Nameless represented his only hope for survival.
However, no matter how loudly he called...
No matter how desperately he clawed through the internal darkness to find him...
Silence was the only response.
There was nothing.
It was as if Nameless had never been there at all.
Frey was unable to grasp the reason.
Why did Nameless manifest against Zibar...
yet refuse to appear now?
What was happening to his soul?
To his very body?
He lacked the answers.
But he understood one thing above all else...
The end was drawing near.
Everything would be annihilated unless he found a way to break his paralysis.
It was a miserable, desperate situation in every possible way.
Frey Starlight remained suspended in the sky, helpless as his companions fought their final battles below.
Sansa released the full extent of her shadows.
Uriel drained her sacred power to its limit to summon a grand golden angel.
However, the struggle against Beatrice and her subordinates had left them utterly exhausted.
They were powerless to assist Frey, a fact that caused them more agony than their own wounds.
"Please... don’t die..."
That solitary prayer was all they could offer.
Even so, a solution remained out of reach.
None of them possessed the strength to change the outcome.
Except for one.
A silhouette crept through the darkness, surfacing far from the main conflict—climbing a high ridge that offered a clear line of sight to Wesker.
It was Ghost Umbra... the stray shadow who had spent his life searching for his light.
"I won’t let you die, Frey...
Nor you, Snow."
Ghost spoke softly, having successfully bypassed the Ultras to reach his destination.
Focusing every remaining drop of his strength, he locked onto Wesker, readying his strike.
"Defeating a demon of his caliber is impossible for us..."
"But if I can pull him into my domain for just a moment..."
"They might find a chance to escape."
Severing the world.
Expanding the Domains.
These were the techniques Ghost had mastered within the Tenth Court of Shadows.
Through these arts, he could drag enemies into his own shadow realm and engage them there...
A world where he maintained total dominance.
He had been quietly honing this ability for a long time...
Waiting for a moment exactly like this.
Then, without warning...
Ghost triggered his power, extending his shadows to ensnare Wesker and pull him into his domain to save Frey and Snow.
Ghost’s aura erupted toward the heavens, vast and heavy.
It aimed directly at Wesker...
and it made contact.
But at the final second...
The moment Ghost’s aura touched the demon, it shattered into pieces.
"Hmm?"
Wesker shifted his gaze, looking slightly confused.
"It seems a bothersome little bug is buzzing in my ear."
The demon turned his attention toward Ghost.
And Ghost, despite having poured every shadow he possessed into the attack, realized the brutal truth in that instant:
His technique was formidable...
But there was no reality in which he could drag a monster like Wesker into his domain.
Wesker stood as one of the most powerful Wave Controllers in history.
It was a fatal miscalculation.
Ghost now stood face to face with that terrifying entity.
"...What now?"
Ghost cursed under his breath.
The technique he had spent his entire life perfecting had failed.
What options were left?
He had been defeated.
To make matters worse, Wesker’s full attention was now fixed on him.
The demon reached out his hand...
And a concentrated mass of obsidian aura blasted toward Ghost with lethal speed.
If the strike connected...
Ghost’s death was certain.
He knew it.
Watching his impending demise approach...
Ghost was paralyzed.
Then—just as the blast was about to consume him...
It vanished into thin air.
"...Huh?"
Ghost blinked, shocked to still be alive.
In that heartbeat...
A cold, unfamiliar hand was placed upon his head.
"It is far too soon..."
"for you to be fighting at this level."
A voice came from behind him—deep, freezing, yet strangely familiar.
Ghost turned around in shock...
Only to see those elongated arms reaching above him.
The figure was immense...
Dressed in a charcoal suit and a tall black hat.
His arms were unnaturally long...
His appearance was barely human.
But Ghost knew him at once...
"The Long-Armed One..."
The individual he had encountered once before in the Tenth Court was standing right there.
The long-armed man stood firm...
His eyes locked solely on Wesker.
And it was clear that the demon had recognized him as well.
"There is no time to dally..."
"Let me demonstrate to you, Ghost Umbra..."
"What true Domain Manipulation looks like."
The Long-Armed One lifted his hand at a grotesque angle...
And scores of ghostly arms branched out from his own...
A freezing, azure aura surged outward with overwhelming intensity.
The moment he unleashed his power...
His aura blanketed a massive territory...
Enveloping Wesker.
The demon could only watch as the domain tightened around him.
Frey and Snow were released from his grip, falling toward the ground.
Within that domain...
Only Wesker and the Long-Armed One remained.
The Fourth Highest Seat immediately grew solemn, releasing the full weight of his aura.
"So... you’ve been hiding here the whole time..."
"you walking corpse."
Wesker spoke, his eyes narrowing to slits.
The long-armed figure took a step forward.
"A long time has passed since our last encounter."
"It seems my name has slipped your mind—allow me to refresh it."
He adjusted his hat.
"I am Adyr... Number Four of the Sect of My Lord, Nameless."
"The right hand of Gehrman."
"Do not imagine for a second that this world will bow to you, Wesker."
"We have not yet been defeated."
Manifesting a horrific surge of aura...
Locking Wesker completely inside his domain...
One of the most powerful survivors of the Nameless Sect prepared for battle.
"Brace yourself, Wesker."
"The true war begins this moment."
As Adyr spoke...
The very foundations of the world shook...
And the gears of history began to turn once more.
While Geppetto stormed the Empire alongside various High Demons...
An unexpected event took place:
From the heart of the Starlight Estate...
A beam of light shot upward, and a mysterious man appeared... wiping out demons with blinding speed and rescuing those in his path.
In Winterfell, at the Moonlight Estate...
The doors of the hidden library swung open to provide refuge for the people...
While a mysterious girl stood guard alone, driving back every demon that approached.
At Nucleus, the Sunlight Estate...
The temperature rose to impossible levels as a flaming figure emerged...
Burning Geppetto’s demons and undead alike to ash to shield the survivors.
Resistance flared up in numerous locations.
Where there was once only slaughter...
Humanity stood tall again, emboldened by the echoes of ancient legends.
The conflict was far from finished.
Earth still had more to give before it would fall.
Just as the modern heroes fought to their last breath...
The heroes of the past rose to do the same.
This was the opening spark...
of the Clash of Legends.