The cursed eye Wesker had received directly from the Demon King himself.
In those final, fleeting monts, the ultimate ability of the King’s Eye activated.
The world froze.
Ti ceased to flow.
The void turned gray.
Within that motionless world, the King’s Eye was the only thing still alive, pulsing faintly ..
until dark power and filthy blood slowly gathered around it.
Wesker’s form reassembled.
Annoyance was clearly etched across his face.
Everything around him was frozen ..
Gehrman, Abraham, all living beings across the world.
"Ah... damn it.
That bastard forced to use the King’s Eye in the end.
Gehrman, servant of Naless...
you truly are the most troubleso opponent I’ve ever faced."
By invoking the King’s Eye, Wesker rejected Gehrman’s final strike, negating the phenonon entirely.
That was the Eye’s power—
to deny any outco that threatened its bearer’s life.
"It was a good fight...
but you lost, Saint.
You failed to kill —and you’re still within my domain."
"Abraham Starlight won’t be able to block again,
and I still possess enough aura to unleash my strongest attacks once more."
Wesker extended his hand toward Gehrman.
"How unfortunate... but this is the end.
You cannot defeat a power bestowed by King Agaroth himself."
Wesker was about to finish it ..
when, at the very last mont ..
his eyes caught sothing impossible.
Sothing that should not exist.
Here, within the gray world frozen by the King’s Eye ..
Wesker was supposed to be the only one capable of movent.
The only being retaining color.
And yet .. For the first ti ..
Sothing else stirred.
Not a person.
But a single limb.
Gehrman’s right hand.
The hand he had never used throughout the battle.
The hand surrounded by those clock-like rings, their hands spinning endlessly.
Even within the frozen gray world ..
the blue clock rings continued turning, unaffected by everything else.
Then ..
Before Wesker’s disbelieving eyes—
The clock hands stopped for the first ti.
Announcing the arrival of the end.
And when they stopped ..
Wesker heard a sound that filled him with terror.
Laughter.
Gehrman’s laughter.
He had broken the taboo.
No ..
He had shattered the law-breaking ability itself.
Gehrman raised his head within the frozen gray world and looked straight at Wesker.
"Finally...
you decided to use that cursed eye."
Gehrman smiled.
A terrifying smile ..
of a predator that had finally cornered its prey.
Wesker tried to do sothing .. but found himself frozen, unable to move, without even realizing it.
Countless rings identical to those surrounding that hand appeared around his body... and around the King’s Eye itself.
This ti, he was the one who had been frozen.
Not his opponent.
"Impossible!!! The King’s Eye is absolute!! It should be only and Demon King Agaroth who can move within this world—how can you do this?!" Wesker roared in rage as Gehrman slowly approached.
"You rely far too much on your precious eye, Demon of the Fourth Rank," Gehrman said calmly.
"Let tell you sothing interesting... sothing my master, Naless, told countless years ago .. so long ago I can no longer even count them."
Gehrman’s smile widened as fragnts of the past resurfaced in his mind.
"Once, I asked my master Naless an important question.
I asked him: What is the true weakness of the overwhelmingly powerful Top Ten Demons?
I wanted to know what those eyes hidden beneath his mask truly saw.
Do you know what he answered that day?"
Gehrman laughed loudly, extending his right hand before Wesker’s chest.
"The powers they received from Agaroth."
"That was his answer .. the answer that left standing there, stunned, unable to understand his words at the ti. Hah... how ironic."
This was one of the rare monts where Gehrman laughed so openly, revealing a side of himself almost no one had ever seen.
"It took many, many years... but I finally understood what he ant," Gehrman continued, his voice rising.
"And all I can do now is marvel—because my master Naless saw the world from a completely different perspective than you or I ever could!"
Wesker’s face twisted further as his King’s Eye was completely suppressed, leaving him utterly helpless.
"What the hell are you talking about, you bastard?!" Wesker snarled.
Gehrman continued without hesitation.
"The world-boundary-breaking abilities Agaroth granted you are incredibly powerful .. so powerful they are among the greatest weapons in existence.
But you rely on them far too much. To the point that the mont those abilities fail to function as you expect..."
He paused, his smile fading, replaced by a sharp, rciless expression.
"...you lose instantly."
"Even you, Wesker, never once imagined that the day would co when soone would block your eye.
Perhaps you expected it from Demon King ... or from Naless himself.
But never from soone like ."
Gehrman’s eyes narrowed.
"Unfortunately for you... I possess a similar ability."
"This is the Hand of the Ruler."
"It is similar to the King’s Eye.
Your eye can reject phenona that threaten your life.
As for my ability .. once activated, I can reject one chosen phenonon during battle."
"But in exchange, I cannot fight with my right hand for the entire duration of the battle."
"It is an inferior version of your King’s Eye."
Gehrman narrowed his eyes further, a hint of bitter amusent crossing his face.
"Before I beca my master Naless’s subordinate... before I died...
I fought Agaroth himself when the demons attempted to invade Irithyll .. my holand."
"In that battle, I used the Hand of the Ruler against Agaroth."
"Do you know what he did in response?"
Once again, Gehrman burst into loud laughter .. very different from his usual calm composure.
"He reversed everything back at using his King’s Eye!!
Can you believe that?"
"In the end..." Gehrman said, still laughing,
"the one who uses their ability first loses."
"That was the decisive factor in our battle."
"The one who inspired the thod to defeat you...
The one who made finally understand what my master Naless ant all those years ago..."
"...was none other than your own king—Agaroth himself!"
"What a twisted fate, isn’t it?"
Between Gehrman’s laughter...
and Wesker’s shock...
Everything beca clear.
The King’s Eye.
The Hand of the Ruler.
Two perfectly mirrored abilities.
And whoever activates theirs first—can have it reflected back by the other.
In the past, the King’s Eye wielded by Agaroth triumphed over Gehrman’s Hand of the Ruler.
And this ti ..
Victory belonged to Gehrman.
Against Wesker, the second bearer of the King’s Eye.
Gehrman laughed...
and laughed...
and laughed...
Then—finally—he stopped.
"Yes... fate truly loves to toy with us," Gehrman said quietly, extending his hand.
And in that instant ..
BOOOOOOM!!!
A violent sound of destruction tore through space as ti resud its flow.
Black, corrupted blood exploded everywhere as Gehrman shattered Wesker’s chest with an impossibly fast strike.
"Even to the very end..." Gehrman murmured,
"...it toys with us."
As Wesker’s body fell from the sky ..
Gehrman remained standing, supported by his crumbling vessel...
declaring his victory.
User Comments
0 comments from readers