THE VILLAIN'S POV Chapter 693: The Last Oath of Adyr
Previously on THE VILLAIN'S POV...
A colossal formation of aura blanketed the entirety of the expansive battlefield.
For miles in every direction, the resonance of that magnificent violet aura caused countless souls to tremble in its wake.
"The way Nameless manipulates space grants him the ability to teleport anywhere in this world... provided there is no outside interference."
Had Nameless been present in person, the entire Imperial army could have been evacuated in a heartbeat.
Frey, however, was a far cry from Nameless.
He was struggling just to keep the formation from collapsing.
The process of teleportation was agonizingly slow, forcing his allies to defend him with their very lives until he could rescue as many people as possible.
One by one, Imperial warriors vanished, their physical forms consumed by the violet radiance as Frey shifted them directly into the safety of the Shadow Sect.
During those frantic, high-stakes moments, Frey felt as though his mind was being ripped to shreds.
It felt as if a massive blade was being driven into his skull, slicing through his consciousness and tearing him open from the inside out.
Nevertheless, he endured.
He refused to stop.
He wasn't even entirely sure why.
The lives of these soldiers were insignificant to him; had they all perished here, it wouldn't have bothered him in the slightest.
Yet, deep within his soul...
Frey sensed that this war did not belong to him alone.
If he allowed the Imperial forces to be wiped out here, who would be left to carry on the struggle?
Who would remain to see the end of it?
Even if their lives held no personal value to him, Frey made the choice to save them.
He did so because they still had a role to play.
Thus, the violet light continued to engulf the battlefield, while Snow and the others threw themselves against endless waves of Ultras to ensure no one reached Frey.
In the midst of the chaos, Mergo attempted to break through the line—only to be instantly beaten back.
"Mergo... Open your eyes. Look at the reality before you."
Snow swung VERMITHOR, discharging a flare of concentrated light.
The force of the blast sent Mergo flying into the distance, where he smashed through boulders like discarded trash.
And yet, Mergo stood up once more.
His durability was unnatural, almost impossible.
In that moment, Snow realized the truth: this half-demon was far from ordinary.
"Is that monster truly the leader you want to follow? What do you expect to gain? Freedom? Victory?"
"No. You will find nothing but misery."
Snow glanced toward the cataclysmic struggle in the sky—the duel between Wesker and Adyr.
That battle was nearing its breaking point.
Wesker was pouring everything he had into a final push to break free and kill Frey.
Adyr looked as though he might fall at any second.
"Hurry, Frey. Our time is running out."
Standing his ground, Snow raised his glowing shield again, determined to protect his friend with every ounce of his strength.
Mergo watched the scene in silence.
For the first time...
A seed of doubt was planted.
If Frey could truly master this immense power...
If he could reach the peak of his potential...
Then perhaps... there was still a glimmer of hope for humanity.
"Frey Starlight... Just what kind of person are you?"
By this point, the majority of the Imperial soldiers had been evacuated by Frey.
Only the most powerful remained behind to serve as his guard.
Everyone understood the situation:
He was their sole salvation.
But then...
BOOOOOOM—!!!
A violent shockwave tore across the battlefield.
Wesker erupted from the crumbling ruins of Adyr’s domain, charging straight for them with murderous intent.
Adyr had been defeated.
Terror paralyzed everyone on the field...
Except for one man.
"DON’T STOP! SAVE THEM!!"
Snow lunged at Wesker, moving like a blinding streak of light.
"You are not my equal, Snow!"
CRAAAAACK—!!!
With a single strike, Wesker once again shattered Snow’s golden shield.
"Die properly this time."
His hand reached out, intending to erase Snow from existence...
But before the blow could land...
Another hand intercepted it.
It was Adyr.
He had only a single arm remaining.
Half of his face had been torn away.
Yet, he remained standing.
"I told you, Wesker...
You will not be the victor tonight."
Adyr’s counter-strike forced Wesker to retreat.
The two collided once more, their auras shredding the very fabric of the sky.
"You refuse to die... you followers of Nameless... even at the bitter end."
"If it is death you crave, then I shall be the one to give it to you!!"
BOOOOOOM—!!!
With every clash, more of Adyr’s body was destroyed.
And yet, he did not collapse.
"I will stand...
Until my lord finishes his work...
Even if I must fight for eternity."
His loyalty was unwavering.
It wasn't directed at Frey...
But at Nameless.
Frey understood this more clearly than anyone else.
Yet, deep down, he couldn't help but wonder...
How could a monster inspire such absolute, undying loyalty?
Followers powerful enough to move the world—
yet they were willing to discard their lives for him without a second thought.
It was a terrifying degree of devotion.
A devotion that allowed Frey to truly grasp the weight of the name Nameless—the legacy he now carried.
Donning the mask...
standing within the soaring pillar of violet aura...
Frey let out a slow breath.
"I still have a lot to learn... if I ever want to reach that height."
The path ahead was long.
But for now, survival was the only priority.
In a flash, everyone near Frey disappeared...
Snow, the elite class, Phoenix, and the remaining powerhouses...
all of them were whisked away by his space manipulation.
Only Frey was left.
And Adyr, who fought Wesker until the very end.
The Ultras closed in from all sides...
but they were powerless to act now; Frey could leave whenever he wished.
In that instant, Adyr felt a sense of peace.
Half his body was gone, and he no longer had the strength to oppose the Fourth Seat.
But he had succeeded in protecting his lord.
His duty was fulfilled.
"I’ll leave the rest to you... Gehrman."
Adyr closed his one remaining eye.
He thought back to the day Gehrman had given him this specific task.
To remain hidden.
To preserve his power.
To wait... for this one specific battle.
All those years of waiting, just for this single moment.
It was almost absurd...
but Adyr felt no regrets.
He had lived for his purpose.
He had guarded his lord.
He had passed his techniques on to a successor who was worthy.
Death was no longer a thing to be feared.
Wesker prepared to deliver the final blow...
But the strike never arrived.
Adyr opened his eye, stunned.
A powerful surge of violet aura wrapped around him, shoving Wesker back.
Looking over, he saw Frey...
arm outstretched, his body radiating an overwhelming power from beneath the mask.
"You will not die here... warrior of the Shadow Sect."
With the mask on, Frey’s presence was eerily identical to Nameless.
"I am finished with watching my comrades die in my place."
Frey still carried the memory of Liora, the Dawn Saint
...the one he had left behind to fall alone.