THE VILLAIN'S POV Chapter 689: The Brother I Chose

"Prepare yourself, Wesker.

The true war commences now."

As Adyr spoke...

The world itself began to shudder...

And the gears of history started to turn once again.

While Geppetto launched his invasion of the Empire alongside a host of High Demons...

An unforeseen event took place:

From the heart of the Starlight Estate...

A beam of light shot upward as a mysterious man emerged, slaughtering demons with impossible haste and rescuing humans in his path.

In Winterfell, at the Moonlight Estate...

The entrance to the hidden library swung open, providing sanctuary to the people...

While a strange girl stood guard outside, driving back every demon that dared to draw near.

From Nucleus, the Sunlight Estate...

The temperature rose to unbearable levels as a figure of fire appeared...

Burning Geppetto’s demons and undead servants alike to shield the survivors.

Resistance flared up in countless locations.

Where there was once only carnage...

Humanity stood tall once more, emboldened by the echoes of ancient legends.

The struggle was far from over.

Earth still possessed much to give before its fall.

Just as the modern heroes fought until their final gasps...

The heroes of the past would do the same.

This was the initial spark...

of the Clash of Legends.

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In the climactic battle of Caelid, the conflict had reached a tipping point. What started as a war between the Empire and the Ultras had transformed into a desperate fight for survival between mankind and the demons.

After the fall of Frey and Snow, all hope seemed extinguished—yet Adyr’s arrival swung the pendulum back in a breathtaking turn of events.

The Fourth seat of the Nameless Sect against the Fourth of the High Demons... this impending duel was not their first encounter. It was obvious now...

The two were already acquainted.

Within the boundaries of the sealed dark domain, Adyr had successfully trapped Wesker, isolating him to give those outside the vital moment they needed to recover.

But now, he was forced to confront the Fourth Throne directly after all these long years.

"Adyr of the Nameless Sect, is it? Honestly, I presumed you were dead," Wesker remarked, as a crushing tide of dark aura surged from his form.

"You’ve been hiding well... all this time."

"The legacy of those who faded into the shadows of history never truly vanished, Wisker," Adyr countered, his unnaturally long arms unfolding behind him as a freezing, deep-blue aura erupted outward.

"They return when the era demands their presence."

"And that moment," Adyr’s voice resonated,

"has arrived."

"Hah... arrogant words, disciple of Nameless," Wisker sneered. "But do not deceive yourself. I can perceive the truth even without the King’s Eye."

He lifted his hand... and the sky of the dark domain turned a bloody red, as an infinite number of crimson celestial spheres manifested above.

"You, the leftovers of Nameless, are nothing but hollow shells... wandering without a master. Your very life depended on him. In his absence, your souls are rotting away... one by one."

He let out a mocking laugh.

"Is that not why his followers have all perished, save for the strongest few? And even those survivors are crumbling. I saw it clearly during my fight with Gherman. Had he been in his prime, I could never have bested him. But now? He is a mere ghost of his former self."

Wesker pointed a finger toward Adyr.

"And you are no different, Number Four. Boast of your strength all you like, but you will perish here."

As he finished speaking, the crimson spheres began to glow, ready to rain hell upon a single opponent.

But Adyr did not remain passive.

"We shall see."

The earth beneath him shattered as a massive number of azure spheres rose in defiance.

Crimson in the heavens.

Azure on the earth.

A devastating collision was seconds away.

And then...

The sky and the ground met.

Gales of aura shredded the void, clashing in violent explosions that surpassed human understanding.

Aura shells fell like shooting stars.

The dark realm groaned under the sheer weight of the power being unleashed.

Both combatants were elite Wave Manipulators, experts in the same discipline... making the battle a magnificent display of precision and ruin.

Initially, they were evenly matched... each commanding nearly an identical number of celestial spheres.

Several attacks came dangerously close:

one nearly claimed Adyr’s head, while another brushed Wisker’s shoulder as he drifted in the air.

Their aura reserves were vast, allowing the violent duel to persist for a long duration...

But both understood...

This was merely the opening act.

Wesker had not exerted his full effort against Frey and Snow. He remained nearly at the peak of his power.

The only significant disadvantage was his current inability to utilize the supreme authority of the King’s Eye in this fight.

Yet even without it, Wesker remained a terrifying force of nature.

As for Adyr...

He was far from his peak condition.

"That wretched demon is correct... Even though I avoided the front lines for decades to preserve my vessel, unlike Gherman, the decay has still found me."

The disciples of the Nameless Sect had all been deceased once... resurrected by Nameless and placed into specialized vessels.

However, those supposedly flawless vessels began to break down over time.

Gherman was the ultimate example... despite being the most powerful vessel, his deterioration had started long ago.

Adyr was in better shape... yet even his skin was now marked by cracks.

When Nameless was still alive, his very existence kept their vessels stable.

But following his loss to Agaroth...

That stabilizing power disappeared.

Now, they were only shadows of what they once were.

Despite this... Adyr continued to force his body beyond its breaking point.

"Frey and the Lightbearer exceeded all our expectations. Forcing Wesker to exhaust the King’s Eye... in his current state, this is the best opportunity to finish him."

Eliminating the Fourth Throne would be a massive blow to the demon hierarchy...

But Adyr already recognized the grim reality...

He lacked the power to kill Wesker.

His optimal path was to restrain him for as long as he could.

Adyr could flee at any moment if he chose... Wave Manipulators were experts at escaping.

But here and now, retreat was not an option.

He had to buy time.

Even if it meant wasting the only chance that might ever arise to strike Wisker down.

"This is the only gift I can give you. The remainder... rests on your shoulders, Heroes of Mankind."

With that determination, Adyr lunged at Wisker once more within the confines of the sealed domain.