"The battlefield taught me one thing," Abraham said coldly.
"Never give the enemy a chance to rise again—no matter how small that chance may be."
He lunged immediately toward Wesker's body, intent on erasing what remained of him from existence.
All of this unfolded under Gehrman's gaze—who did not move an inch.
"You're not wrong, Abraham," Gehrman said quietly, then lifted his head toward the sky.
The earlier battle had scattered all clouds, leaving the night sky fully exposed—stars glittered brilliantly around a fractured moon, its shards resonating strangely in the heavens.
Gehrman's eyes ignited with a deep blue glow, his face overtaken by solemn composure and cold dignity.
"Soon, the nightmare will begin.
Death will awaken.
The King will descend.
And the chains will shatter."
He raised his hand, his eyes glowing ever brighter .. as though reciting a prophecy.
"Balance will collapse.
The closest will perish.
And the end will begin.
The Shattering is near ..
