In Frey’s eyes...
there was nothing but contempt and hatred for that man.
Yet at the sa ti...
a faint trace of respect had taken root.
Respect for soone who devoted his entire existence to his master ..
fighting alone in the shadows for countless years against demons.
But right now ..
in this exact mont ..
Frey could not forgive him.
Because German was the one who allowed his father’s corpse ..
Abraham Starlight .. to fall into Wesker’s hands.
The Engineer was the one to bla... no one else.
Frey wanted to say it to him, but he never got the chance.
"You’re the one who did this to my father..."
You handed him over to the demons, forcing him to fight the very people he died protecting.
Frey didn’t speak these words, yet German understood them without needing to hear them ..Frey’s eyes alone conveyed everything.
In response, German did nothing but quietly laugh—an unusual reaction from him, especially in a mont like this.
anwhile, the pressure of the surrounding aura intensified as Wesker unleashed his full power.
"What’s your plan now, Naless’ follower?! What will you do in this situation?! What have you prepared?! What do you even have in your hands to use against ?!"
Wesker roared, pushing German to reveal his hand now that he was fully cornered.
But German showed no reaction. Instead, he simply adjusted his stance, preparing for battle.
"No plans this ti, Fourth-Rank Demon... we fight to the death, here and now. And by the end of this day, neither you nor the Tenth-Rank Demon will leave this place alive. That’s all I can tell you."
German spoke as his body ignited with a celestial blue light.
"Arm yourself... the battle has already begun."
The instant his words fell, everything within the battlefield shifted. Even the air grew heavier. For the first ti, Wesker’s smile faded.
German’s power... was no joke.
"...Impossible. Isn’t his vessel supposed to be shattered?"
Wesker tried to deny what he sensed—but the level of power radiating from German was unmistakably close to what he once possessed at his peak.
"How?" the demon muttered.
He had fought German and Abraham in the past... back then the Engineer was so weak he couldn’t have stood his ground without Abraham’s help.
So how had everything flipped now?
At that mont, German closed his eyes as a deep voice echoed in his mory.
It was from the day he t a certain being .. just one day before this battle began.
A man? No...
Not a man.
A monster.
German had stood there, wearing his usual black cloak, but the ground beneath him was unfamiliar... even the sky was different.
"German, my old friend... I wonder if anything we’ve been doing still holds aning."
The speaker’s voice was so deep it shook the world, its echo rolling like thunder.
Then, slowly, ca the sound of hooves striking the ground.
"We’ve fought for too long... ti has worn us down."
The thunderous steps continued, until at last that being reached German.
The Engineer slowly raised his head .. because it was the only way he could et the other’s gaze.
The creature standing before him was no human... nor anything ordinary.
Its lower half walked on four massive limbs, while its upper body resembled that of a colossal man .. broad arms, a battered suit of armor, a head covered by an iron helm, and long red hair flowing behind it like a burning banner. It looked like so twisted centaur born from a nightmare.
A terrifying giant .. easily over ten ters tall.
The monster lood over German, its eyes glowing with a bright, piercing yellow beneath the helt.
German rose into the air to match its height.
"What we do does have aning, my friend. It absolutely does... for this is the will of the Master we all chose to follow."
Standing before that creature, German’s expression softened .. he even smiled lightly. This being was perhaps the only one who suffered as much as he had for the sake of their mission.
"Fulghor... I apologize. I ca today to ask for your strength."
"I am already aware. It has always been this way," Fulghor replied ..his normal voice naturally thunderous due to his colossal size.
Fulghor, known as the Planet, was unique.
Unlike the other warriors of the Shadow Sect, he had never died.
Naless had never reconstructed him.
He chose to follow Naless from the very beginning, enchanted by him.
And because of that—unlike every other mber of the Sect—
He still possessed his original body. His original power.
"I will join you in this battle. So you’d better not lose, German."
Fulghor extended his hand .. he’s radiant light washing over German’s entire body, illuminating the world around them.
"Thank you... old friend."
German opened his eyes in the present mont.
Before him stood Wesker.
Below him, Zibar.
"There’s much at stake... and far more that must be done... and finished."
"But right now, there is only one thing I desire .. to give this body a worthy battle... just like the old days."
German smiled as his aura exploded violently, unleashing a wave of impossible cold that swept across the entire region—its chilling force shaking the souls of everyone present.
For a mont... he no longer resembled the broken vessel ti had ruined.
He was now the Saint .. Saint German, the one who once terrified the demons.
Sensing true danger, Zibar extended his arm, lifting Frey toward German.
"Don’t get ahead of yourself, Naless’ follower! What you want is already in my hand!"
Zibar threatened, using Frey as a bargaining chip.
"You can’t possibly win here!!" the Tenth-Rank Demon bellowed.
German answered with a wicked smile.
"Who do you think I am? Who do you think you’re speaking to, Tenth-Rank Demon... and you, Wesker?"
His voice grew heavy .. before he dropped a bombshell.
"It’s impossible for to fail... or be unable to perceive what that pathetic eye of yours can see. Rember my words, Wesker..."
At that mont, a strange window materialized before Frey’s barely conscious eyes ..
A system notification that appeared out of nowhere...
Carrying words that made Frey’s eyes widen slowly.
Ding!
Synchronization in progress...
96%
97%
98%
99%
As if he could see those rising numbers, German burst into loud laughter, finishing his declaration:
"No matter what you do, no matter how hard you try, Wiskar... I will always remain one step ahead.
And all creatures like you can ever hope to do... is chase my shadow."
Between the engineer’s laughter and Wiskar’s tightening scowl... it finally reached its end.
100%
Synchronization complete.
The notification hit ..
and then ..
SLAASH!!!
From an unexpected place .. down below.
Everyone heard the sound of blade slicing through flesh...
and the unmistakable spill of blood.
Every pair of eyes focused on the sa spot .. eyes filled with countless emotions, the strongest of them being shock.
Out of nowhere, a blade of pure light cleaved through Zibar’s arm ..
the very arm holding Frey.
The demon’s hand was severed rcilessly,
leaving him frozen in disbelief.
Unable to comprehend what had happened, Zibar tried to turn ..
only to be t by a roaring shockwave, a rocket-like kick that sent him flying across the crater, smashing him into the distant wall.
And the one responsible...
was none other than the man who, until this mont, had been nothing but an emotionless killing machine.
"Synchronization complete.
User: Abraham Starlight."
Frey’s eyes widened unconsciously as he stared at the broad back now standing between him and death ..
The one who struck Zibar...
was Abraham.
His back still faced his fallen son.
Abraham was still himself ..
The rciless weapon of slaughter.
Yet sohow... he felt different.
With trembling, tear-filled eyes, Frey forced himself upward.
"Father..."
His voice was barely a whisper, desperately trying to make him turn around.
He wanted to see his face.
To confirm...
Was it still the sa empty expression?
The sa rciless killer who attacked him without hesitation?
Frey reached out, but his body refused to move any further.
And then, after a few agonizing seconds...
Abraham turned.
Slowly ..
but steadily ..
until Frey finally saw his father’s face.
And in that mont, ti itself froze.
For Abraham was smiling.
A warm, gentle smile that swept Frey’s pain away like a fading nightmare.
"I don’t fully understand what is happening...
nor do I grasp the current situation clearly..."
"But I’m truly happy to see you, my son."
Abraham extended his hand and placed it gently on Frey’s head.
Frey’s entire world flipped upside down.
His father spoke.
His father recognized him.
Abraham was confused .. far more confused than anyone present.
His last mory was dying after fighting Weskar.
But the Star of the Starlight family adapted quickly ..
astonishingly fast.
He didn’t need anyone to explain that the young man before him was his son.
He knew instantly.
He had already noticed Ada as well.
And in this exact mont ..
despite the comforting words he offered Frey ..
Abraham Starlight was seething with rage.
A rage his demonic enemies were about to endure.
Before Frey’s teary gaze fixed on his father...
and before the astonished demons .. most of all Weskar, whose face had completely changed ..
Abraham Starlight had returned.
Truly returned.
Geppetto was the most devastated of all ..
he had completely lost control over his ultimate puppet.
Abraham’s soul shattered the demon’s domination with ease.
It was a catastrophic shock ...
one only German had prepared for.
"You may have taken the body...
but the soul was always mine."
German spoke, ready for battle.
"You cannot win, Weskar.
For the power of my Master remains with ."
"You bastard...!" Weskar roared, charging at German.
anwhile, Zibar re-erged only to find Abraham standing before him ..
A colossal battle was monts away from igniting.
And the Shadow Sect had just flipped the entire table on the High Demons.
Now... everything had changed.
Only a fight to the death remained to determine the victor.
One thing was certain:
The Shadow Sect had co with the intent to slay the High Demons ..
to remind the world, once more,
of who the followers of Naless truly were...
the ones who led the Great War in ages past.
Thus... the conflict reached its ultimate peak.
And legends clashed with the intent to devour each other whole.
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