THE VILLAIN'S POV Chapter 733: The King’s Eye vs The Hand of the Ruler (2)

The exact moment Wesker appeared coincided perfectly with Gehrman’s exit.

The synchronization was uncanny. It was far too calculated and deliberate to be dismissed as a coincidence.

A more pressing question lingered: why had the Engineer departed in the first place?

What kind of crisis could have forced him to abandon Frey, whom he had guarded with such obsessive devotion until now?

Abraham’s intellect began weaving these disparate threads together.

The realization dawned on him with such clarity that it sent a shiver down his spine, only adding to the enigma of the man standing at his side.

Wesker’s sudden strike...

The specific way Abraham had met his end.

Everything that had transpired in the aftermath...

"It was all a setup..." Abraham breathed, his voice trembling with shock.

He desperately wanted to deny the thought. He tried with all his might.

However, his intuition—his very soul—insisted that this was the absolute truth.

In this moment, Abraham cursed his own brilliance and sharp perception, as they were now distracting him from the lethal confrontation he faced against Wesker.

Naturally, Gehrman did not miss a thing.

His voice cut through the air, frigid and sharp, acting like a jarring alarm that pulled Abraham back to reality.

"Do not waste your focus on trivialities in the heat of combat, Abraham. Your foe is right in front of you."

Upon hearing those words, Abraham let out a heavy breath and swept his hair back with his hand.

"The foe?"

A dry, hollow laugh escaped his lips.

"I’m starting to wonder who the real enemy is. I find myself... quite lost."

He surged his light and stellar aura to a higher intensity, forging a blade far more solid and potent than his previous one as he steeled himself for the fight.

"There is plenty I wish to discuss later," Abraham remarked with a calm demeanor,

"but first—let us conclude this struggle once and for all. The time for a final reckoning is long overdue."

"On that, we are in agreement."

Gehrman moved first, seizing the initiative. He continued to rely strictly on his left hand, still refusing to employ his right arm—the one bound by the ticking hands and rings of time.

"I will lead the charge. You provide the support from the rear."

Gehrman bolted forward, and Abraham followed his lead without a second's delay.

"There is no need to point out the obvious," Abraham muttered darkly.

"I loathe admitting it, but that damned demon remains a step above me in strength, regardless of the power I currently command."

Abraham was well aware of his standing. He recognized the immense chasm between his abilities and those of his adversary.

He avoided any reckless maneuvers, choosing instead to follow the path set by Gehrman, the more seasoned warrior of the pair.

Meanwhile, Wesker had finished his own preparations.

"This resistance of yours is futile," Wesker declared with a cold indifference.

"When this day concludes, I shall remain standing—and you will have failed."

He spread his arms wide.

The space surrounding him seemed to fracture, as if the very fabric of the world had surrendered to his authority.

In an instant, a barrage of dark projectiles screamed from every angle, propelled by Wesker’s masterful command over waves.

Gehrman dodged the majority and parried the rest.

Abraham forced his way through with raw power, slicing through every obstacle in his trajectory.

In the blink of an eye, the two closed the gap on Wesker. However, the moment they crossed a specific boundary, an invisible force began to tear at their bodies.

Gehrman adjusted his movements instantly, keeping his injuries to a minimum.

Abraham, however, was not as fortunate.

Dozens of gruesome lacerations opened across his form, leaking glowing aura instead of crimson blood.

"That bastard..." Abraham snarled as he jumped back.

"He’s surrounded himself with hundreds of hidden traps... Is this really wave manipulation? It feels more like sorcery."

"You are mistaken," Gehrman countered coldly.

"These aren't static traps. This is the natural result of his refined mastery over his abilities."

Wesker’s control of waves had ascended to a point where it was indistinguishable from magic.

The strikes that hit Gehrman and Abraham were manifested the very millisecond they attacked. They were so precise and subtle that they were practically impossible to see.

"He likely has the power to manifest his energy anywhere within a specific radius of himself," Gehrman deduced.

"Ten meters? No... it's wider than that."

Wesker gave a soft sigh, and a familiar, mocking smile touched his lips.

"Precisely. I would expect nothing less from the Engineer."

He paused for a moment as his aura flared even more violently.

"This is the zenith of wave manipulation.

Within this territory, I command reality itself and can mold it to my whim—though it is restricted to the space immediately surrounding me."

As a premier master of waves, Wesker could dominate the environment within a few meters of his person.

Inside that small circle...

Wesker was a god.

This was his true, peak strength—a level of power he had never shown to Snow or Frey in the past.

It was the same power he had used to finally bring down Adir.

"What is your move, Gehrman?" Wesker inquired smoothly.

"To best me, you have to get close and land a killing blow. But your current vessel cannot survive my domain. And the mortal beside you lacks the strength to end my life."

He raised his hand once more.

"As I said before...

Victory is not yours today."

A thundering beam of dark aura erupted from his palm, forcing his opponents to scatter.

They immediately resumed their charge, showing total disregard for Wesker’s flawless domain.

"Keep him under pressure and tank as much as you can!" Gehrman barked at Abraham as they lunged forward again.

Their speed was incredible, and they breached the perfect domain in a heartbeat.

Once more, the hidden strikes lashed out.

This time, Gehrman managed to negate the impact at the final microsecond...

While Abraham took the full force of the hits again, his body sustaining heavy damage.

"Oh? Your reflexes are quite exceptional for a servant of Nameless..." Wesker mused.

"You’re dodging the moment the force touches your skin, aren't you?

That is a very dangerous game you're playing."

A single mistake would mean the end for Gehrman.

Regardless, he kept plunging into Wesker’s domain, betting everything on his instincts and supernatural speed to evade death by a hair's breadth.

The battle continued in this grueling fashion.

Time and again, the two tried to pierce the domain and strike Wesker down...

Yet every attempt was met with that invisible, repelling force.

The fight devolved into a blur of absolute chaos.

To an outside observer, it would be impossible to follow; the combatants moved at speeds beyond human comprehension, clashing and retreating in mere fractions of a second.

Under normal circumstances...

If Gehrman possessed his original body or an intact vessel...

He would have been certain of his ability to shatter Wesker’s domain and deliver a lethal strike.

But his fatal flaw remained unchanged:

His body was failing him, and the only person capable of fixing it was absent.

Now, he had no choice but to rely on his velocity...

And gamble his life until the very end.

On the other side, Abraham Starlight lacked the Engineer's speed and those superhuman reflexes.

He couldn't avoid the damage.

Yet, Abraham took every blow and kept moving forward.

His attacks were devastatingly powerful, with every swing of his blade releasing arcs of brilliant, cutting light.

His sword managed to find Wesker several times, but the wounds weren't enough to bring down a fourth-rank demon.

It was clear that Abraham was at a disadvantage.

He was absorbing far more damage than he was managing to inflict on Wesker.

"Don't throw your life away! He isn't some weakling... he'll kill you the moment you slip up!"

Gehrman yelled, seeing the state of Abraham’s wounds.

Abraham’s entire body was covered in gashes—

one particular strike had left a deep, jagged wound across his chest.

In response, Abraham only offered a faint smile and continued his relentless assault.