Despite feeling fully capable of continuing the fight,
Alexander obeyed without hesitation, bowing deeply.
"As you command!"
With absolute submission, he withdrew immediately ...
heading toward Shiva, who had already entered the battlefield.
'Come, Alexander. I'll restore your aura.'
Her voice echoed in his mind, and he nodded, moving to her at once.
Though Frey had healed his body completely,
he had not restored his aura ... Aether could not create it.
As Alexander retreated, Frey turned toward Maskith… and Wesker.
"So… servant of the First Writer…" he said coldly,
before shifting his gaze to the demon beside him.
"And you… Fourth-Rank Demon—Wesker."
Wesker's expression twisted the moment he heard his name ...
realizing Frey saw him clearly.
"Come at me. Both of you."
It was Frey's voice.
The same young man Wesker had once tormented endlessly.
The same—without a doubt.
And yet… the weight behind his words had changed entirely.
The being before him…
