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

The departure of Gehrman occurred at the exact moment Wesker made his entrance.

Such timing was far too convenient. It was calculated, precise, and much too intentional to be dismissed as a coincidence.

Furthermore, a pressing question remained: why had the Engineer left to begin with?

What kind of crisis could have forced him to abandon Frey, the very person he had been protecting with such obsession until now?

Abraham’s intellect began connecting the scattered pieces of the puzzle.

The realization that followed was so stark it chilled him to the bone, adding another layer of dread to the mystery of the man at his side.

Wesker’s sudden strike...

The specific way Abraham had met his end.

All the events that had transpired in the aftermath...

"It was all a setup..."

Abraham breathed the words in disbelief.

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

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

In this moment, Abraham cursed his own brilliance and sharp perception. It was a distraction he couldn't afford during the life-or-death struggle he was about to face against Wesker.

Gehrman, of course, did not miss the shift in his demeanor.

His voice rang out, frigid and piercing, acting as a wake-up call to pull Abraham back from his spiral of thoughts.

"Do not let your mind wander to trivialities during a fight, Abraham. Your opponent is right in front of you."

Abraham let out a heavy sigh, running his fingers through his hair as he centered himself.

"The opponent?"

A hollow laugh escaped his lips.

"I’m starting to wonder who the real enemy is. I’ve become... quite uncertain."

He surged his stellar aura and light, forging a blade that was far more concentrated and potent than its predecessor, readying himself for the clash.

"There are many things I want to talk about," Abraham remarked with forced composure.

"But first—let’s settle this once and for all. The time for a conclusion is long overdue."

"On that, we are in agreement."

Gehrman moved first, taking the lead. He continued to fight using only his left hand, stubbornly refusing to engage his right arm—the one bound by the ticking hands and rings of time.

"I’ll spearhead the assault. You provide the backup."

Gehrman blurred forward, and Abraham followed his lead without hesitation.

"You don't need to tell me that," Abraham muttered darkly.

"It galls me to admit, but even with this power, that wretched demon is still a level above me."

Abraham was well aware of his limits. He recognized the significant chasm in strength between him and his foe.

He avoided any reckless maneuvers, choosing instead to follow the movements of Gehrman, who possessed far greater experience.

In the meantime, Wesker had completed his own preparations.

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

"When this day concludes, I shall remain standing—and victory will not be yours."

He threw his arms wide.

The very fabric of space fractured around him, as if the surrounding reality had surrendered to his absolute command.

In that heartbeat, a barrage of dark projectiles screamed from every angle, driven by Wesker’s masterful control over waves.

Gehrman dodged the majority, parrying whatever he couldn't avoid.

Abraham hacked his way through, using brute strength to cleave through the incoming threats.

They closed the gap in an instant, but as soon as they reached a specific point near Wesker, an invisible force began to shred their bodies.

Gehrman’s reflexes saved him, allowing him to mitigate the worst of the impact.

Abraham was not as fortunate.

Grievous lacerations opened across his form, leaking aura instead of blood.

"That damn monster..." Abraham spat, forcing himself to retreat.

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

"You’ve misjudged it," Gehrman replied, his tone icy.

"Those aren't set traps. It’s a natural consequence of his supreme mastery over his abilities."

Wesker's wave manipulation had evolved to a point where it was indistinguishable from magic.

The strikes that had hit them were manifested the very moment they entered his range. They were so flawlessly executed and refined that they remained completely unseen.

"He can likely manifest his power at any point within a specific radius," Gehrman deduced.

"Ten meters? No... it’s larger than that."

Wesker let out a soft sigh, that characteristic smirk playing on his lips again.

"Spot on. I expected nothing less from the Engineer."

He paused for a second, his presence expanding even further.

"This represents the zenith of wave manipulation."

"Within this boundary, I am the master of reality, shaping it to my whim—though the effect is tied to my proximity."

As a premier wave manipulator, Wesker held total dominion over the space spanning several meters around him.

Inside that small circle...

Wesker’s word was law.

This was his true hidden strength—the power he had kept hidden from Snow and Frey in the past.

It was the very same power he had utilized to eventually bring down Adir.

"What’s your plan now, Gehrman?" Wesker inquired smoothly.

"To win, you have to get close enough to strike. But your shell cannot survive my domain. And the mortal beside you lacks the strength to finish me."

He raised his palm once more.

"I’ve already told you..."

"Victory is out of your reach today."

A thundering beam of dark aura erupted from his hand, forcing the duo to scatter.

They didn't hesitate to resume their charge, ignoring the danger of Wesker’s absolute domain.

"Keep the pressure on! Stand your ground against his strikes!" Gehrman barked at Abraham as they lunged forward again.

Moving with incredible velocity, they breached the perfect domain once more.

The invisible onslaught resumed immediately.

Gehrman managed to deflect the damage at the final microsecond...

While Abraham was forced to take the brunt of it again, his body suffering under the intense pressure.

"Oh? Your instincts are quite remarkable for a servant of the Nameless..." Wesker noted.

"You’re dodging at the exact moment of impact, aren't you?"

"That is a very high-stakes gamble."

A single mistake would mean the end for Gehrman.

Despite the risk, he kept infiltrating Wesker’s domain, betting everything on his raw speed and inhuman instincts to evade certain death by the narrowest of margins.

The confrontation continued in this fashion for some time.

Time and again, they tried to pierce the domain to reach Wesker...

But the unseen force threw them back every time.

The battlefield turned into a scene of pure mayhem.

To an outside observer, the details would be a blur; the fighters moved with such supernatural speed that they seemed to collide and vanish in the blink of an eye.

Under normal circumstances...

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

He would have had no doubt about shattering Wesker’s domain and delivering a killing blow.

But his persistent flaw remained:

His failing physical form, coupled with the absence of the only person who could truly mend him.

He was left with no choice but to rely on his speed...

And risk everything on a desperate play.

Abraham Starlight, meanwhile, lacked the Engineer's speed and god-like reflexes.

He couldn't avoid the damage.

Yet, Abraham took every hit and kept moving forward.

His attacks were devastatingly heavy, each swing of his sword releasing arcs of brilliant light.

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

It was clear that Abraham was fighting an uphill battle.

The damage he sustained far outweighed the injuries he managed to inflict on Wesker.

"Stop being so reckless! He isn't some weakling... he'll kill you the second you slip up!"

Gehrman yelled, noticing the severity of the wounds Abraham was accumulating.

Abraham’s body was a map of injuries—

One particular strike had even opened a deep, jagged wound across his chest.

In response, Abraham simply offered a faint, grim smile and redoubled his attack.