"Hmm…"
With a deep frown, the Demon King stared at the writhing form of Wesker before him.
The faint trace of amusement on his lips soon vanished.
At first, Wesker had only screamed ..
but then, silence fell. His body began to convulse violently, trembling in ways that defied anatomy.
Blood erupted from the third eye on his forehead, streaming down his face.
The Fourth Seat had reached the edge of his sanity.
"Even you… the strongest among them in mental fortitude ..
still, you break so easily."
Wesker had fallen into this state after Agaroth nullified all his world-breaking absolutes, stripping himself bare of protection.
That act had allowed Wesker's King's Eye to glimpse the Demon King's destiny ..
a sight never meant for mortal or immortal minds alike.
Agaroth had been curious about his own fate; that was why he'd given Wesker the King's Eye in the first place.
But it seemed destiny had decided that his own future would forever remain unseen.
