Without warning .. without mercy ..
the First Seat, Crimson, appeared before the other High Seats, attacking them head-on and promising a hell they hadn't experienced in ages.
Every one of the demons present stood among the strongest beings in existence—warriors at the very peak of the world's power hierarchy. There were few, if any, who could rival them.
For fighters of that level, no words were needed.
No questions asked.
The sheer killing intent and ominous aura radiating from Crimson told them everything.
He was serious .. he meant to kill them all.
And he had already proven it when he annihilated Seats Thirteen through Fifteen with a single swing .. a terrifying scene few in the cosmos could ever replicate.
At once, the remaining High Seats launched into battle, clashing with Crimson in full force.
From behind, Wesker observed the chaos, his face darkened by a rare frown.
"Why…? Why would Crimson try to kill us all?"
It made no sense. There was no logic, no reason.
