The old man found himself staring at a colossal wave of blue fire ...
so vast it dwarfed mountains—so overwhelming that, for a brief moment… he froze.
He did not move.
But at the last possible instant, a colossal shadow surged upward from the ground—
rising like a towering pillar between him and the incoming beam.
Alexander's attack collided with it, scattering in all directions in a violent burst of energy.
The shadow was damaged ... but it held.
Alexander frowned immediately, turning his gaze toward the one who intervened—
only to see Vayne returning to the battlefield, her body fully restored.
"What are you doing, you senile old fool?! Were you just going to let him kill you?!"
At the sharp, furious voice ...Wesker's voice, through Vayne's body ...
Maskith glanced at him with mild annoyance.
"And who said that strike would have killed me, boy?"
His tone remained calm, almost dismissive, as he continued watching the remnants of the shattered phantom.
