THE VILLAIN'S POV Chapter 692: Clash of Legends Begins

Wesker’s full hand remained a mystery to everyone. Much like his previous concealment of the King’s Eye, there was a high probability he possessed additional hidden armaments.

"The warrior of the Shadow Sect is sacrificing himself to buy you time. You must utilize every second to survive... and protect what remains."

The voice emanating from the crimson butterfly felt both alien and strangely familiar.

Snow identified her immediately; she was the Lightbearer from his deep-seated memories. Frey felt a bizarre, inexplicable connection to her, prompting him to take her guidance to heart—especially since her intervention had already saved their lives once.

Because Wesker was too preoccupied with Adyr, he hadn't noticed that they had stood up again. This brief moment was their only opportunity to flee.

"But how can we possibly outrun a monster like that?" Frey questioned, his teeth grit in frustration.

The Ultras still hemmed them in, and Wesker was capable of shattering Adyr’s containment at any second.

From the distance, their allies, having finally sensed their location, arrived on the scene.

"You're still with us!"

Dawn Polaris and Selena charged toward them, accompanied by the remaining members of the Elite Class.

Sansa and Uriel were positioned further away, trapped in desperate struggles of their own. Sansa was locked in combat with Beatrice, while Uriel faced Simon Manus and his puppets, sustained only by the holy avatar she had manifested.

They were barely holding on.

Ghost was nowhere to be found, still missing near the epicenter where Adyr and Wesker clashed.

"Winning this fight is impossible. Not in the state we're in," Frey admitted, his hand shaking with tension.

Their objective had shifted; defeating Wesker was no longer the priority. Instead, they had to salvage what they could.

While the thought of Ada weighed heavily on Frey’s soul, stabilizing the current battlefield was the immediate necessity.

"The solution lies within you, Frey."

The voice whispered to him and Snow exclusively.

It indicated the sole path toward survival—to capitalize on the time Adyr was purchasing with his very life.

Accepting this reality, Frey let out a slow breath. He crouched down, pressing both palms firmly against the earth.

"So this was your intention from the start... you wretched Engineer."

He began to pool his remaining strength.

"Snow. Everyone. Provide me with every bit of cover you can manage. What I'm about to attempt... is our only shot."

Frey’s gaze flared with a mixture of deep crimson and violet as he channeled the power bestowed upon him by that woman.

"I can sense it... with this Cultivation... I can make it happen."

Snow and the others were still in the dark regarding Frey's plan.

However, Snow Lionheart didn't require an explanation.

The moment Frey requested his protection—

Snow erupted in a flash of radiant light, re-entering the State of War.

The Anointed War State.

He stood before Frey, shield raised like a devoted knight shielding his sovereign, golden eyes gleaming from beneath his helmet.

The second Snow unleashed his power, Wesker felt it.

A vicious, deep scowl marred the villain's features.

"Snow Lionheart... what is the meaning of this?"

He was shocked to see Snow standing once more.

He had annihilated the boy, leaving not a single spark of life behind.

Yet there he stood, completely restored.

It defied all logic.

Wesker despised variables he couldn't account for.

He attempted to move, but Adyr struck with increased ferocity, forcing him to stay put.

"Your fight is right here, Wesker! Where are you looking with those foul eyes?"

"Tch... you annoying pest."

Wesker parried the blow, while Adyr ramped up his offensive, fully aware that Frey was preparing his final gambit.

"I will hold this line as long as necessary... until my Lord finishes his task and brings this empty battle to a close."

Regardless of the price, the Empire could not be allowed to fall today.

Frey understood this better than anyone.

He adjusted the Nameless Mask back onto his face and slammed his hands into the dirt once more.

Victory was out of reach. Retreat was the only path forward.

And to facilitate that retreat, only the unique abilities of Nameless could forge a way out of this hopelessness.

Focusing his intent, Frey discharged a terrifying wave of aura that rippled across the entire war zone.

Every soul present felt the shift immediately.

"This is—"

"Frey!!"

Sansa whipped her head toward him, and the others followed suit as luminous lines of aura etched an incredibly intricate pattern across the ground.

"What on earth is that supposed to be?!"

Mergo’s face contorted, stunned by the sheer complexity of the formation manifesting before him.

"This is... spatial manipulation."

As an authority on the subject, Mergo recognized it at once.

But the scale of manipulation he was seeing now far surpassed anything he had ever witnessed.

It was a power belonging to an entirely different plane of existence.

"The dominion of Nameless over space itself..."

Frey ground out the words, fighting against the massive pressure threatening to crush his mind and body.

He was attempting to save every person on the battlefield by relocating them all simultaneously.

And the only remaining sanctuary in the world lay on the other side of the gate.

At the exact moment Frey initiated the technique, a corresponding power flared miles away within the Shadow Sect.

Due to the Engineer’s past preparations, the Shadow Sect had been transformed into a stronghold as vast as the capital city, Belgrad.

It was a fortress capable of housing the Empire’s remaining survivors.

By tapping into the spatial dominion of Nameless, Frey was set to teleport thousands of people at once to safety.

Wesker realized what was happening and tried to stop it, but Adyr obstructed him until his final breath.

"Kill him! Do not let him finish the sequence!!"

Wesker’s roar echoed like thunder, and every Ultra on the field turned their focus toward Frey.

Dozens of them lunged forward—

But they were systematically cut down.

The Vermithor blade sliced through anyone who dared approach.

Snow remained an impenetrable wall. No one could bypass him. His sheer strength created a barrier in front of Frey, allowing him to concentrate without interruption.

One by one, the people surrounding Frey began to fade away, teleported to safety.

"We will not be defeated today. We will survive to fight another time."

As long as they drew breath, the war continued. Wesker would not claim his victory.

In this moment, survival was the only thing that mattered.

And so, while the field was consumed by fire and turmoil...

As the duel between Wesker and Adyr reached its violent peak...

Frey pushed the limits of Nameless’ power to save everyone he could.

The initial war between the Empire and the Ultras had reached its conclusion.

Now, the following Chapter of the War of Darkness was set to begin.

The most brutal, bloody, and definitive Chapter of them all—

The clash of legends.

Between Frey and the Shadow Sect against Wesker and the Demon race.

Between the modern heroes and the ancient champions rising once again to confront Geppetto and the horrific monster at his side.

This marked the conclusion of one era...

And the dawn of the next.

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Author’s Note:

We are entering the final arc of the War of Darkness volume in the next Chapter.

Volume III — Final Arc: Clash of Legends.