At the heart of the Ultras Continent,
the barren ground lay in ruins after a cataclysmic battle between a demon… and a human.
In the end, Zibar was the one left standing.
"With that, the game ends, Wesker."
Zibar's voice was grave as he turned his back on the place where Frey Starlight lay buried.
"Time to bury this wretched planet—wipe out the low forms of life that crawl on it. After that, everything will be consigned to oblivion."
Step by step, Zibar walked away ..
not even glancing behind him.
He stopped when he heard a sound.
Something was moving ..something crawled out from the rubble and returned to the open, slowly, very slowly.
At first Zibar didn't believe it. He didn't want to believe it.
Even so, he turned ..slowly, painfully slowly.
Behind him, a man pulled himself free of the debris; only his lower half had emerged at first, his upper body still swallowed by shadow.
"I'll admit it… I didn't see this coming."
