From the highest reaches of the sky, the demon fell.
Wesker's descent was anything but ordinary .. his demonic body sank slowly into the abyss as his magnificent wings crumbled into something resembling ash.
Gehrman's final strike had carved a colossal cavity into Wesker's chest. The freezing frostfire tore through a vast portion of his demonic body, continuing to burrow deeper, annihilating what little remained.
From above, Gehrman gazed down at Wesker with weary eyes, his face now riddled with cracks, as though he were a statue weathered by the relentless passage of time.
"Wesker… you were long regarded as one of the greatest masters of fate in this world—one who toyed with destiny as though it were nothing more than a tool to serve his ambitions."
Gehrman raised his hand as the temporal rings of the Ruler's Hand shattered and dissolved.
