After five days of wiping out every Umbrella branch in Europe, Luke finally reached the last one — hidden deep in Ice, Umbrella Prime — the last branch of Umbrella.
Cold wind blew across the frozen field as he stood there, his boots crunching lightly on the ice.
"You know, Wesker… you're one slippery rat," Luke said, sounding more tired than impressed.
In front of him lay Wesker, flat on the ice, coat torn, arms spread awkwardly.
He wasn't kneeling or resisting — he physically couldn't.
Because Luke had kept his promise.
Instead of using a rock pillar, he'd improvised with what the place offered: ice.
A long, sharp ice spike was driven straight up Wesker's ass, pinning him to the ground like a frozen nail. The impact and cold had drained all the arrogance out of him — his face was twisted with pure humiliation.
Luke crossed his arms and nodded once.
"I told you I'd get revenge. Didn't expect the ice version, but hey — weather decides."
Wesker's fingers twitched weakly, the only movement he could manage.
"You know this is the last Umbrella branch left in the world," Luke said as he stood on the frozen ice. "After this, Umbrella won't exist anywhere."
Albert Wesker, pinned flat against the ground by the ice spike, managed a small smirk — the kind of smirk that tried to say "you have no idea."
Luke rolled his eyes. "Oh, right. You're thinking about the Umbrella High Command hiding in the Hive. Don't worry. They'll be joining you in hell soon enough."
Wesker stopped smirking.
Luke leaned slightly closer. "Since that's exactly where you're going."
Wesker's expression shattered instantly. His eyes widened, real fear creeping in. For the first time since the outbreak, the man who thought he was superior to the world finally lost his composure.
How did he know?
No one should know about the High Command.
Yet this man — this monster — was saying it casually, like reading it off a grocery list.
Wesker felt a cold heavier than the Siberian wind settle in his chest.
If Luke had known all this from the beginning, then everything Wesker did was pointless. Every plan, every cover-up, every erased record… useless.
A part of him almost laughed at the absurdity.
If he'd known his enemy was someone like this, someone who casually shoved ice spikes into people as revenge, he would've retired, changed his face, and lived in a cabin somewhere far away. Umbrella could've burned without him.
But here he was. Face down. Stuck. Impaled.
While a smiling lunatic explained his doom.
Despair crept in with the realization.
Where did this monster even come from?
Umbrella created bio-weapons, not… whatever this thing was.
Wesker stared up at Luke — a man humming slightly as the wind blew — and for the first time, he genuinely wished he had run a long time ago.
"So you knew all along…? The whole plan… the outbreak… everything?" Wesker asked. His voice was strained, like this was the last question he'd ever get to ask, and he already hated the answer.
Luke shrugged lightly. "Kinda. The whole apocalypse plan of the Umbrella High Command — wipe out humanity, reset the planet, rebuild your perfect little world." He spread his hands casually. "Pretty simple when you look at it."
Wesker let out a short, humorless laugh — part disbelief, part resignation. "Hah… then from the moment the plan started, it was doomed to fail."
There was no anger left in him now. Just irony.
If this monster knew everything, from the source to the ending, then everything Umbrella built was already finished before it began. The High Command had spent years preparing… and they were going to die like everyone else.
Wesker finally understood there was no stopping Luke. Nuclear bombs didn't kill him. Viral weapons didn't kill him. Traps didn't kill him. Nothing slowed him down.
Umbrella's downfall was just a matter of time.
Wesker let out a quiet, bitter smile — the kind a man makes when he finally understands he's on the losing side and there's nothing left to argue about.
A moment later, Luke moved his hand, and a clean arc of energy sliced through the air.
Wesker's head separated from his body in one smooth motion, landing on the ice with a dull thud.
Blood splattered across the frozen ground, steaming slightly in the cold. His body twitched once, then went still.
Luke exhaled and brushed the frost from his coat.
"Finally… the extermination is complete."
He looked up at the pale sky, watching the snow drift quietly in the wind. The world was still broken, still scarred, but at least one thing was certain
"A new year starts now," he murmured. "A new future for this world… without Umbrella."
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