They had lost her ..even though she was SSS-rank.
And now Adyr was about to be lost as well.
A warrior like Adyr could mean everything in the battles ahead.
Frey refused to allow it.
He extended the spatial formation to envelop Adyr too.
"You're coming with me. No matter what it takes."
Adyr vanished ..saved.
Leaving only Frey in the battlefield of corpses and shadows.
Blood poured from beneath the mask.
The pressure of maintaining the ability was crushing him.
But the aura of that crimson butterfly
..the warmth she had gifted him
was the only reason he could still stand.
Wesker appeared instantly, hand reaching to tear him apart ..
But before the blow landed, Frey unleashed another wave of violet spatial force, pushing Wesker back and distorting space around them.
"Wesker… no. Aegon."
Frey's voice trembled with fury as violet light flickered through his eyes.
"No more schemes from the shadows.
I see you clearly this time.
You stand before me ..
