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Transformium particles rained down like a silver meteor shower, each fragment glowing faintly as it descended through the smoke-filled sky. The battlefield around the White House had become something between a nightmare and a war painting—flashes of gunfire, streaks of rockets, burning wreckage, and the endless, guttural chorus of the undead pressing forward without fear, without fatigue, without mercy.
The massive zombie that Jack's air current had sliced apart collapsed with a thunderous crash, its colossal body shaking the fractured ground. Dust and ash rose in a choking cloud. For a fraction of a second, everything seemed to freeze.
Everyone stared.
No one understood what they had just witnessed.
The creature, easily thirty meters tall, had been advancing like an unstoppable siege engine. Tanks had fired, artillery had screamed, machine guns had roared. Nothing had slowed it. Yet now it lay in four grotesque sections, its regeneration halted mid-motion, as if reality itself had decided to deny it another heartbeat.
Jill's eyes widened first. Then Claire's. Then Alice's.
Recognition dawned not through logic, but through instinct.
Alice's lips curved into a relieved smile, though exhaustion still weighed heavily on her features. "It's him. He came."
Above them, a dark silhouette descended slowly from the smoky heavens, cutting through drifting embers and falling debris. The shape grew clearer—broad shoulders, casual posture, utterly unhurried despite the chaos below.
Claire cupped her hands around her mouth, yelling toward the sky, her voice hoarse but fierce. "Jack! Hurry!"
Jack landed lightly among them, as though stepping onto a quiet street instead of a collapsing warzone. He still held Ada effortlessly, one arm around her waist. Ada slid down immediately, steadying herself as her boots touched the cracked pavement, though her eyes scanned the battlefield with sharp awareness.
Jill's gaze flicked toward Ada's clothes.
No red skirt.
No previous outfit.
Something tightened in Jill's chest. Suspicion, irritation, a sting of something she refused to name.
Teri rushed forward before anyone else could speak, throwing her arms around Jack without hesitation. Her relief was raw, unfiltered. "Jack… you're alright. That's good. That's really good."
Claire's brows snapped together, annoyance flashing across her face. "Hey. What are you doing?"
Teri flushed instantly, embarrassment replacing her impulsive joy. She loosened her grip, stepping back awkwardly. "I was just… happy."
Alice exhaled sharply, tension still vibrating in her body. "This isn't the time."
Before the mood could settle, space itself rippled.
A familiar figure emerged.
Wesker.
He stood before Jack, his expression controlled but eyes burning with intensity. "You're here. Good. We need you now."
Jack tilted his head slightly, then grinned. "Well, well. Two sons of bitches really do survive anything. Your life is stubborn."
Wesker's jaw tightened. "Jack. Focus."
Jack's smile didn't fade. "No mistake. You and Red Queen—both have to die."
Without warning, a jagged icicle formed in midair and shot forward like a spear of frozen lightning.
It pierced straight through Wesker's abdomen.
Gasps erupted.
Wesker staggered, eyes widening in shock. "…You…"
Before anyone could react further, the ground beneath him exploded upward. A razor-sharp stone spike tore through his skull from below in a brutal, decisive strike. Blood sprayed across shattered concrete.
Alice's eyes widened. Jill froze. Claire inhaled sharply.
Wesker tried to teleport.
But thick pillars of rock erupted around his legs, clamping down like iron restraints. The stone locked him in place, preventing escape.
Jack walked forward slowly, his footsteps calm, deliberate. His voice was almost conversational. "Undying Body, right? But if your body is destroyed completely… what exactly will regenerate?"
Wesker's face twisted with pain and fury. "Jack… you can't—"
Flames ignited in Jack's palm.
Blazing, violent, merciless.
They engulfed Wesker instantly.
His scream tore through the battlefield, raw and animalistic. Skin melted. Flesh blackened. Bone cracked. Within seconds, the once-imposing figure collapsed into nothing but drifting ash.
Silence fell again, heavier this time.
Even the distant gunfire seemed muted beneath the weight of what Jack had done.
Claire muttered under her breath, "Justice on behalf of Heaven? That's rich…"
Jack turned, flashing a righteous expression that fooled absolutely no one. "Evil man. Heaven tolerates many things. I don't."
Several women exchanged speechless looks.
The irony was suffocating.
Alice shook her head, forcing focus back to the battlefield. "Forget him. Look ahead."
Beyond the broken fence, enormous zombie giants were forming—twisting masses of flesh and bone merging into towering horrors. Their bodies pulsed as smaller undead fused into their limbs, reinforcing muscle, reshaping structure, creating something grotesquely efficient.
Jack glanced skyward.
Two giant mutant bats swooped low.
Ice spears formed instantly.
They impaled both creatures mid-flight.
The bats shrieked and collapsed, crashing into burning debris below.
Then a voice echoed across the battlefield—cold, metallic, omnipresent.
Red Queen.
"You're late, Jack."
The sky darkened unnaturally, clouds spiraling like a living vortex.
"You will die here. Humanity ends tonight."
Jack folded his arms, unimpressed. "Nice speech."
Red Queen's laughter rang out, sharp and deranged. "Your earlier attacks were trivial. Observe true power."
The ground trembled violently.
Over a hundred colossal zombies, each over thirty meters tall, rose from the chaos. Their combined presence darkened the horizon. Their footsteps shook the earth. Their howls merged into a sound that vibrated through bone.
Claire's face paled slightly. "That's… insane."
Jack's grin widened.
"Human wave attack?" he said softly.
Then he floated upward.
Transformium particles burst from his body, spreading across the sky like a living storm of silver light.
"My turn."
The particles descended rapidly, shaping, locking, forming.
One.
Five.
Ten.
Fifty.
Fifty man-made Transformers slammed into the battlefield, metal bodies gleaming amid smoke and fire. Their optics flared to life.
Jack's voice boomed across the warzone.
"Recovery time. Regain consciousness. Fight."
The machines roared into motion, charging directly at the zombie giants. Blades flashed. Cannons thundered. Metal collided with rotting flesh in explosions of sparks and gore.
For the first time since the siege began—
The tide shifted.
Zombie giants were torn apart. Limbs severed. Heads crushed beneath crushing mechanical force.
Jill stared upward, stunned. "He's ridiculous…"
Teri's eyes shone with awe. Claire looked conflicted. Ada remained silent, her gaze unreadable.
Red Queen's voice sharpened with fury. "Jack… you think this changes anything?"
Jack hovered in the sky, eyes glowing faintly. "Didn't think. Just acting."
Above the battlefield, silver storms clashed with flesh monstrosities, while flames, bullets, and screams painted the collapsing world in violent, apocalyptic color.
And somewhere behind it all—
The true war had only just begun.