Chris Redfield — The Warrior with the Spear of Genesis
The broken battlefield seemed to hold its breath.
Chris stood, battered and bleeding, gripping the Spear of Genesis in one trembling hand.
The ancient weapon shimmered with a fierce, golden energy, veins of blue light running along its shaft.
The spear felt alive — it pulsed with the heartbeat of every soul that had died fighting the Hollowborns.
Chris' armor was shredded, his face marked with cuts and bruises, one arm barely usable — but in his remaining strength, he held the weight of the world.
His blue eyes — once calm — now burned with cold fury.
Around him, only silence and ruin.
Before him — Veyra.
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Veyra — Her True Form Revealed
Veyra tilted her head, regarding Chris almost with... admiration.
Then her body began to change.
Her skin cracked, peeling like ash to reveal a new form beneath —
A body made of living, dark crystal fused with strands of Hollowborn flesh.
Elegant and terrible, she stood with wings of black metal shards fanning out behind her, like a fallen seraph.
Her glaive elongated, splitting into three-bladed chaos weapon.
Her eyes, once red, now blazed white-hot, almost too bright to look at.
Her voice became two, three, many — overlapping in a chilling harmony.
> "You made me serious, old hero."
The ground blackened beneath her steps.
Reality itself seemed to bend around her power.
Veyra, Queen of Hollowborns, had finally unveiled her true final form.
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The Final Duel Begins
Without a word, they charged.
Chris' spear met Veyra's triple glaive in a colossal clash that shattered the ground under their feet.
The shockwave leveled nearby ruins, ripping apart what little remained of the battlefield.
Chris struck first — a heavy, brutal thrust aiming straight for Veyra's heart.
Veyra twisted impossibly fast, her glaive snaking around the spear in a defensive dance.
With a fluid counter, she slashed low, trying to slice Chris's legs out from under him.
He leapt back, then spun the spear in a wide arc, forcing her to retreat momentarily.
They circled.
Every breath Chris took was agony.
Every second the Spear of Genesis burned brighter — almost like it was draining his life in exchange for strength.
Veyra smiled grimly.
She rushed forward, unleashing a barrage of inhumanly fast attacks —
The triple glaive spinning and stabbing from impossible angles.
Chris barely blocked, parrying with the spear, each blow sending shudders up his battered arms.
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Brutality — Blood for Blood
Veyra feinted left — Chris countered —
But she ducked low and sank one of her glaive points deep into Chris's side.
Chris roared in pain — blood spurted, staining his torn tactical vest —
But he grabbed the glaive with his bare hand, anchoring it, trapping her weapon.
Using pure brute force, he headbutted Veyra with all his strength, cracking part of her crystalline face.
She hissed, jerking away.
Chris staggered, breathing raggedly.
He raised the spear high, the light gathering at the tip like a miniature sun.
He hurled it.
The Spear of Genesis flew like a bolt of judgment.
Veyra barely dodged — it grazed her arm, burning a line of pure white fire into her flesh, making her scream —
a sound so high and furious it split nearby stone.
Before she could react —
Chris was already upon her, fists swinging, using broken rebar, rocks, anything he could grab.
Veyra countered with savage kicks and glancing glaive strikes, her crystal armor cracking and reforming with each hit.
Blood — black and red — spattered across the ground.
Their fight was no longer elegant — it was pure brutality.
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The Tragic Cost
Chris started to slow.
The wounds, the years, the fatigue were catching up.
Even with the spear returned to his hand by Kaela (who risked her life again to retrieve it from the ruins), he was fading.
Veyra, although wounded and burning from the spear's light, still moved with terrible grace.
Chris knew.
This was it.
One last gamble.
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He charged —
One final, desperate assault.
Veyra smiled, almost sadly, and counter-charged.
The two forces collided —
Spear against glaive —
Light against darkness —
In a clash that echoed across the world.
A shockwave exploded outwards, leveling hills, flattening forests, scattering soldiers and Hollowborn alike.
Kaela and Arin, watching from the distance, screamed for Chris — but it was too late to stop.
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The screen would go white.
Only silence.