THE VILLAIN'S POV Chapter 765 A Chapter Written in Death (3)

Returning to the Demons' Territory

Deep within a shadowy chamber...

Piercing screams resounded, mingled with brutal wails of torment.

In that dim room, just three silhouettes lingered.

Amon and Vayne positioned themselves together, gazing at the third one...

the origin of those terrifying shrieks.

The Fourth High Demon... Wesker.

He was dragged forth from Vayne's shadow,

exposing his dire condition at last.

Wesker's form was in a ghastly state...

vast sections of it lay ruined,

and still, icy frost gnawed at him from the inside,

inflicting unbearable suffering.

His cries showed no sign of stopping.

The scene was heartbreaking...

a depth of suffering Wesker had never known throughout his long life.

Witnessing her sibling in such a plight...

Vayne's features contorted,

showing a pained, sorrowful look.

"Is there... no way to save him?"

She posed the query to Amon, who gradually shook his head.

"We can't do a thing for him. The frost from Saint Gehrman has invaded his whole body. All that's left is to slow it down—but rescue is out of the question."

When the frost of a fighter like Gehrman seeps into the body's essence, no survival is possible...

unless one has exceptional physiques, like the Ghoul King Radagon or the Demon King Agaroth.

Yet Wesker lacked any such quality.

Observing his wretched form...

the manner in which he twisted in pain...

Amon averted his gaze, ready to depart, and delivered his order with icy detachment.

"Finish him off yourself. It's kinder than leaving him in this wretched state."

Instead of prolonging his agony toward an inevitable end, Amon demanded Wesker's swift execution.

Vayne nearly protested initially—but she quickly quieted, understanding resistance was futile.

Wesker would perish no matter what...

so it proved better for her to end him than for him to fade in such disgrace.

"The King held Wesker in high regard... he bestowed much favor upon him," Amon stated tonelessly.

"It's a shame he'll meet his end this way..."

"Such... a letdown."

These marked Amon's parting words as he exited the chamber, plainly expressing his dismay toward Wesker...

who had endured his initial crushing loss.

Thus...

Just Vayne and Wesker were left.

The Third High-Rank Demoness gave her brother a final look, sorrow evident on her visage.

Gradually, she reached out her hand...

shadowy energy twisting along her limb as she readied the lethal strike to terminate the Fourth High Demon for good.

In that instant...

Wesker abruptly halted his screams.

His countenance warped with conflicting feelings—

agony... astonishment... and dread.

Then, bit by bit... he comprehended.

"Haha... me... me... out of all beings... dying in this manner?"

Wesker chuckled faintly while inching toward Vayne.

"Haha... defeated like this?"

He inched closer until he arrived at her side and grasped her leg firmly.

"I... I'm dying? No... no! This can't be allowed!"

Wesker roared in rage, as Vayne's face grew somber.

"That's enough, Wesker," she uttered coldly.

"Just finish it... don't display this weak side to me anymore."

Upon hearing that, Wesker held on even more fiercely.

"You don't get it... I—I—I can't die..."

He coughed up iced blood from his lips, splattering it over the ground.

"I won't die... my ambitions remain unfulfilled... I haven't reached them!!"

He bellowed while increasing amounts of blood gushed from his frame...

from his mouth...

dark blood stained with ice.

Chilled... tainted blood.

Wesker drew his last gasps, his complexion fading paler by the moment.

In those fading gazes...

myriad recollections surfaced... visions he had long suppressed inside.

"I... I haven't gained that... strength..."

He expelled further blood, clenching tighter onto Vayne.

"The strength... to rival the King..."

At those statements, Vayne gently shook her head.

"You're rambling deliriously at the end," she remarked with compassion.

"Cease it, brother... this ill fits you."

Wesker reacted at once by embracing her, encircling her with his arms.

"Yes! Yes! I'm your brother!"

A gory grin stretched over his features as his body started to crack.

"I'm your brother... right?"

"Your sole brother... you won't abandon your brother to death... you won't..."

"You'll go to any lengths to rescue me—won't you?!"

Wesker howled as Vayne's look turned even graver, baffled by her expiring kin.

His eyes shimmered with an evil crimson gleam.

"What worth does a brother hold... without his sister? What's the point of family bonds if you refuse to aid your own flesh and blood?"

"My existence was once yours... and now—"

"Your existence... must be mine!"

Wesker let out one last howl...

Then all turned to blackness.

Vitality fled his form.

Wesker slumped lifeless.

His corpse burst into countless shards in a stunning display.

Inside the shadowy chamber...

Vayne remained solitary, fixated on the emptiness once the ordeal concluded.

A hush descended...

profound, barren, unfathomable gloom.

A gloom beyond anyone's grasp...

Save for one entity.

Distant...

In Helmond...

The Demon King lounged on his seat, tedium plain on his countenance.

But abruptly...

Agaroth's demeanor shifted, unveiling an expression he seldom revealed.

Astonishment.

His blood-red eyes blazed momentarily as his mouth stirred.

"Wesker... you... went this far?"

Agaroth murmured profoundly, then paused briefly...

Before erupting into unrestrained guffaws.

The Demon King chuckled.

And chuckled.

And chuckled.

He chortled at length and vigorously, evidently entertained...

After beholding something... intriguing.

Meanwhile...

Vayne departed the shadowy chamber and reunited with Amon.

He faced her and inquired,

"Is it done?"

Vayne nodded back, her face etched with bitterness.

"He's gone. The Fourth High Demon—Wesker—has taken his last breath and departed this realm."

Vayne declared.

Amon inclined his head, breathing out steadily.

"Understood... such a waste."

He moved past Vayne, momentarily resting a hand on her shoulder before withdrawing it and continuing onward...

extending a token of sympathy.

The Third High-Rank Demoness observed him briefly... then directed her gaze ahead once more.

"Indeed... a true tragedy."

Gradually, Vayne started to move, pressing her hand over her mouth.

Stride after stride... until she distanced herself sufficiently.

"...Ah... I can't suppress it any longer."

She carefully lifted her hand...

Unveiling her countenance.

A fiendish visage...

divided by a broad smirk reaching from cheek to cheek.

A rapturous... vile... horrifying grin.

A scarlet radiance burst from her eyes.

Then...

Gradually...

Vayne's brow parted, disclosing a dreadful third eye arising from the ether.

For a few moments, the emptiness quivered as Vayne's frame shuddered and she cackled...

A frenzied, chilling cackle.

She cackled.

And cackled.

And cackled.

Then—bit by bit—

She composed herself.

The third eye disappeared as though it had never appeared.

And so...

Vayne abandoned the site,

allowing the whole realm to buzz with tidings of Wesker's demise.