The battlefield became unrecognizable.
Smoke. Screams. Blood.
Blackened craters and shattered bones littered the earth. The broken sky above roared with thunder and strange, unnatural storms — the dying breath of the world's last stand.
And now... it was true war.
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The Factions Were Falling:
Carter Vane, arrogant and cunning, tried to retreat. His drones shielded him as he sprinted for extraction — but Abyss Knight Erevan caught him mid-step.
One swing.
A shadow-bladed sword tore Carter in half, his cybernetic eye flickering once before fading into darkness.
Selene Ward fought like a goddess of war, Siegebreaker Mode active.
But even her titanic armor cracked when Hollowbeast Grendel, berserk with bloodlust, tackled her into a ravine. The last thing anyone saw was her blue energy core exploding in a mushroom cloud of death.
Dorian Kestrel, hidden by shadows, tried to phase into another dimension.
But Wraithcoil Siren's song twisted the fabric of space, catching him mid-teleport.
His scream was silent as his body collapsed into mist.
Lucia Voss, laughing maniacally, mutated into a monstrous form — but she pushed too far. Her body became unstable, and with one final shriek, she burst apart, covering the battlefield with cursed flesh and blood.
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Most of the faction armies were gone.
Some commanders fell.
Some elite soldiers disappeared into the smoke.
Only scattered survivors remained, clutching wounds, dragging their broken bodies across the ash.
It wasn't a war anymore.
It was a massacre.
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Chris's troops fought like lions...
Heavy helicopters rained missiles onto the Hollowborn.
Snipers fired until their rifles melted from heat.
Mechs stomped through craters, shielding Kaela and Arin.
But there were too many enemies.
One by one, the elite squads were crushed.
One by one, the helicopters fell flaming from the sky.
Even Chris's own armor was scorched and bleeding, but he refused to fall.
He roared over the comms:
"Protect the Core! Protect Kaela and Arin!! DON'T LET THEM TAKE IT!"
Kaela and Arin, half-dead, still stood, battered and bleeding, holding the precious Genesis Core close to their hearts.
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And then... she moved.
Veyra.
The Fallen Queen.
The strongest Hollowborn in existence.
Her silver eyes glowed with terrifying beauty, her cruel lips twisted into a mocking smile.
She descended like a god, wings of black corruption spreading wide.
With every step she took, the ground itself withered and cracked.
The Hollowborn and humans alike parted before her — some bowing in instinctive terror, others fleeing madly into the ruins.
Veyra raised her hand, summoning power that made the air vibrate, calling more Hollowborn elites from distant realms.
It was clear:
She was here to end it.
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Chris Redfield stepped forward.
Gun smoking. Armor cracked. Blood in his eyes.
He stood between Veyra and Kaela without hesitation.
He looked back at Kaela and Arin — battered, terrified, yet still standing.
He smirked.
"Old soldiers never die," he muttered.
He dropped his smoking rifle and drew his final weapon: a massive anti-materiel sword, heavy enough to crush tanks.
Chris faced Veyra alone.
The past versus the future.
The strongest human of the past... versus the strongest hollowborn of the present.
The battlefield held its breath.
Veyra tilted her head, her silver hair whipping around her like a storm. She smiled coldly.
"You think you can stop me, relic?"
Chris spat blood and grinned.
"I'm not here to stop you."
"I'm here to make you bleed."