THE VILLAIN'S POV Chapter 729: Shadow Sect vs the High Demons (11)

Blood saturated her forehead and eyes, streaming down her cheeks and jaw in thick rivulets.

The dark stains marking the earth made it obvious that she had suffered a massive loss of blood.

However, the hollow, lifeless expression in her eyes was what truly unsettled Abraham and Frey.

Abraham set his son down with care before gently grasping his daughter’s shoulders.

"Ada... my daughter..."

With patient movements, Abraham wiped the scarlet from Ada’s skin, desperate to pull her back to reality.

"It’s alright now, my dear... I’m here. Your brother is here. We are all here for you."

Cradling her face in his hands, Abraham leaned in close.

"Look at me. Everything is going to be fine now..."

He utilized every soothing word possible to comfort her.

Ada didn't have any fatal physical wounds; she had simply bled enough to drift toward the edge of unconsciousness.

The true damage was psychological, far outweighing her bodily injuries.

First, she had endured the loss of Carmen—the sisterly figure who had been her constant companion.

Then, she had been forced to watch her father turn his blade against her own brother...

She had witnessed Frey’s defeat, seeing him broken by Abraham while she was pinned down by the crushing weight of SSS-rank pressure.

The burden was simply too heavy for her to bear.

Understanding this, Frey moved closer to offer a soft embrace.

"Hey... I want to tell you I’m here too, just like Dad did—but I’m really weak right now.

Maybe I’m even weaker than you are, Ada... haha..."

The way he struggled to even tighten his arms was proof of his exhaustion, rendering his hug light and trembling.

Yet Abraham pulled them both into a collective embrace, wrapping his arms around his children.

In contrast to Frey, his hold was steady and powerful, his body still brimming with immense strength.

He stood like a bulwark, shielding them and ensuring no further harm could reach them.

This was a sensation of warmth Ada had never known.

Having been avoided by her father for most of her life, she had never truly felt his touch.

That heat... that radiating warmth...

Slowly, the vacant look in Ada’s eyes began to flicker. Her pupils trembled slightly before she finally collapsed into sobs, clinging desperately to both men.

She gazed at them with a sense of disbelief, struggling to comprehend the scene.

Frey appeared battered, but he was whole.

He was still alive.

And her father... Abraham no longer resembled a heartless engine of slaughter.

He seemed human.

He looked like the father she had missed for so long.

"Dad... Frey... I—"

She attempted to speak, but a choked sob broke through, her chest heaving from the force of her weeping.

Watching her, Abraham’s composure nearly shattered for the first time. His eyes shook as he drew his children even closer.

"Everything will be fine... I’m here now."

Abraham spoke with fierce determination, swearing a silent vow to protect them with his very life.

It was a rare occurrence.

A moment of tranquility that this family had been deprived of for a very, very long time.

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...

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After a while, having whispered a few quiet words to her father and brother, Ada finally succumbed to exhaustion.

Though her life wasn't in immediate danger, the blood loss combined with the mental trauma had reached its limit.

She slumped into the arms of Frey and Abraham, a look of serenity finally gracing her features as she found peace.

Abraham settled Ada into Frey’s care and stood up slowly, scanning the horizon...

In that quiet interval, both he and Frey shared the same intuition.

"I have a bad feeling about the current situation..." Frey remarked, and Abraham gave a grim nod.

"Yes... I feel it too."

They couldn't quite name the source, yet it felt as though something malevolent was lurking nearby—a dark, ill-omened presence that defied identification.

The only visible threat left was Wesker, who was currently locked in combat with the Engineer.

As for the others, Zibar and Geppetto had already met their ends.

At the mention of Geppetto, Frey turned his attention toward his father.

"Father... it was the power of the Rank 13 demon that brought your body back to life. Did you feel anything change when he died?"

Though it was a late realization, Geppetto’s power of resurrection had always been an enigma. With the demon dead, the status of those he revived was uncertain.

Abraham tested his grip, clenching and unclenching his fist.

"I felt nothing at all. His passing has had no impact on me."

"I see... that’s a relief."

Frey had been concerned that Abraham might vanish or weaken following Geppetto’s demise, but his fears appeared to be groundless.

On the other hand, Abraham inhaled deeply. His form began to glow with a brilliant light as he manifested a blade of pure, condensed radiance.

"What are you intending to do?" Frey asked with a frown, watching Abraham look toward the heavens.

"Frey... I still don’t fully grasp everything occurring in this world," Abraham stated firmly.

"But I know this: this might be our only opportunity to strike the high-ranking demons and land a decisive blow."

He continued with iron resolve:

"Eliminating the Tenth Rank isn't enough. Wesker must be killed here, today."

Frey’s eyes widened at the declaration.

"You mean—"

"I am going to assist that bastard Engineer. We will put an end to that foul demon once and for all," Abraham said, a grim, terrifying smile touching his lips.

"There is a debt between that wretch and me... a debt that requires payment."

Abraham was prepared to confront Wesker again, mirroring the clash from years ago—the very battle that had originally cost him his life.

Frey was well aware of his father’s power, yet he couldn't shake his anxiety. Their foe was Wesker.

The cursed demon that Frey had never been able to truly defeat.

First there was Aegon... and then Wesker.

That vile demon always had an endless supply of schemes, to the point where Frey had once believed Wesker was simply immortal.

But Abraham was a different variable.

"This barrier will keep you and your sister safe for the time being," Abraham noted. "So I am leaving her in your hands."

Resting a hand on Frey’s head, Abraham got ready to leave.

"You’ve grown into a man, Frey. Protect your sister, stay alive, and watch from a distance as we finish that bastard off."

Frey still looked hesitant, but after seeing the unwavering fire in his father’s eyes, he finally gave a nod.

"Then come back alive, Father... no matter what it takes."

Abraham nodded in return. He stepped back, kicked off the ground, and launched into the sky like a comet of radiant light.

The moment he was clear of his son, Abraham’s expression shifted into one of pure, terrifying bloodlust and overwhelming fury.

"Wesker... it’s time for our rematch."

Everything pointed toward a looming disaster as the legends of the old era converged once more...

The Engineer, Abraham, and Wesker.

It was as if the pages of history were repeating themselves.

But what kind of conclusion would this clash bring?