This time he came in his true form, and Zibar's eyes narrowed.
A cursed demon said to resemble Agaroth in his earliest days ..
a demon with three terrifying crimson eyes and a grin splitting his face from ear to ear.
"Wesker," Zibar said, naming his counterpart as the two stood face-to-face.
"I didn't expect you to come in person anytime soon," Zibar added, feeling the pressure of standing before him.
This present copy carried only half his power ..nowhere near enough to face Wesker.
And Wesker looked exactly as he had nineteen years ago, as if it had been only yesterday.
"You're not wrong. I don't intend to appear in public… not yet."
"What are you planning this time?" Zibar asked, genuine curiosity in his voice. Wesker shook his head.
"I would have told you .. but you're a failure who just suffered a resounding defeat. I see no point in informing you of anything." Wesker laughed loudly, circling Zibar.
