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

Crimson fluid saturated her forehead and eyes, streaming down her jawline and staining her cheeks.

The dark puddles on the earth made it evident that her blood loss had been severe.

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

Setting his son down with care, Abraham reached out to grasp his daughter’s shoulders.

"Ada... my daughter..."

With a patient hand, Abraham wiped the gore from Ada’s skin, desperately trying to pull her back to reality.

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

Cupping her face, Abraham leaned in close to her.

"Look at me. Everything is alright now..."

He exhausted every word of comfort to give her reassurance.

Aside from the significant blood loss that had pushed her toward unconsciousness, Ada had escaped major physical harm.

Yet, her mental scars ran far deeper than any bodily wound.

She had first 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 being crushed and defeated by Abraham, all while being suffocated by an overwhelming SSS-rank pressure.

The weight of it all was simply too much to bear.

Sensing this, Frey moved closer to offer a gentle embrace.

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

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

His hold was faint and trembling, a testament to his lack of strength.

But then Abraham pulled both of them into his arms, encircling them in a powerful hug.

In contrast to Frey, his grip was solid, his body still brimming with immense power.

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

This was a warmth Ada had never known.

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

That heat... that protective glow...

Slowly, the vacant look in Ada’s eyes began to flicker. Her gaze trembled before she finally broke, sobbing as she clung to them both.

She looked between them in shock, struggling to comprehend the moment.

Frey was battered, but he was whole.

He was still alive.

And her father... Abraham no longer resembled a cold, heartless slaughterer.

He looked human again.

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

"Dad... Frey... I—"

She attempted to speak, but a violent sob choked her words, her chest heaving with the force of her weeping.

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

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

Abraham spoke with ironclad determination, silently promising to protect them with his very life.

It was a rare occurrence.

A peaceful moment that this family had been denied for a very, very long time.

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...

...

After a while, having whispered a few words to her brother and father, Ada’s strength finally gave out.

Though she wasn't in mortal danger, the exhaustion from shock and blood loss had claimed her.

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

Abraham let Ada rest in Frey’s care and stood up slowly, scanning the horizon...

In that silence, a shared intuition struck both him and Frey.

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

"Yes... I feel the same."

The source was invisible, yet they could feel an ominous shadow creeping toward them—something dark and foul that defied identification.

The only threat left was Wesker, who was currently engaged with the Engineer.

The others, Zibar and Geppetto, were confirmed dead.

Thinking of Geppetto, Frey turned his gaze toward his father.

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

It was a belated concern, but Geppetto’s resurrection Cultivation had always been an enigma. The fate of his puppets upon his death was a complete mystery.

Abraham squeezed his hand into a fist, testing his strength.

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

"I see... that’s a relief."

Frey had worried that Abraham might vanish along with Geppetto, but his fears appeared to be groundless.

Abraham took a deep breath, his form erupting in brilliant light as he manifested a sword of condensed radiance.

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

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

"But I know this is likely our only opening to strike the high-ranking demons and cause real damage."

He continued with unshakable resolve:

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

Frey’s eyes widened at the declaration.

"You mean—"

"I’m going to join that bastard Engineer, and we’ll end that filthy demon once and for all," Abraham said, a grim smile playing on his lips.

"There is a debt between that wretch and me... a debt that must be settled."

Abraham was prepared to confront Wesker again, repeating 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 foul demon always had a thousand schemes; at one point, Frey had been convinced Wesker was simply immortal.

But Abraham was a different league entirely.

"This barrier will keep you and your sister safe for now," Abraham noted. "I’m leaving her in your hands."

Placing a hand on Frey’s head, Abraham prepared to take flight.

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

Frey still looked uncertain, but seeing the burning fire in his father’s eyes, he eventually nodded.

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

Abraham gave a final nod in response. He stepped back, kicked off the ground, and rocketed into the sky in a blinding pillar of light.

The moment he was away from his son, Abraham’s face shifted, radiating a terrifying killing intent and a surging fury.

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

All signs 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 wheels of history were turning back.

But what would be the conclusion of their clash this time?