Epilogue Part 1 — "The Last Warriors"
The battlefield was a wasteland of ash and twisted metal.
The once-proud banners of dozens of factions lay in tatters.
And in the middle of it all...
A single spear, standing upright in the ground.
The Spear of Genesis.
At its base, Kaela knelt, her clothes torn, her body covered in cuts and bruises.
But her spirit — though battered — still burned.
The survivors gathered around her.
Arin, limping heavily but alive, his armor cracked and his gun melted beyond use.
Some of Chris's elite soldiers, bloodied but defiant.
A handful of others — old enemies and reluctant allies — stood in silence.
No words needed.
Chris Redfield — the last legend of the old world —
was dead.
Not from a wound, not from a Hollowborn's claw —
but from exhaustion.
He had fought longer, harder, and with more fury than any human had a right to.
He had outlasted Veyra herself.
And now, he rested.
Chris's Memorial
They built a rough memorial —
stones stacked in a circle around the Spear, names carved shakily into them with knives and scorched steel.
Chris Redfield.
Hero. Warrior. Protector.
Father of the New Dawn.
Kaela stood before it, the wind tugging at her hair, tears silently slipping down her face.
Arin placed a heavy hand on her shoulder.
No speeches were made.
The silence spoke louder than words ever could.
The war was over.
But its scars would never truly heal.
Epilogue Part 2 — "The Broken World"
After the War
The destruction of the Genesis Core triggered massive changes across the world.
The Hollowborn infection — the creeping black rot that had consumed entire regions — was gone.
Forests regrew in strange, vibrant ways, infused with lingering Genesis energy.
Oceans boiled, then cooled, turning crystal-clear in some places, deathly black in others.
Whole cities rose and fell within days.
Factions collapsed overnight, their leaders dead, their soldiers scattered.
But from the ashes, new settlements began to rise.
Small villages.
Tent cities.
Tiny sparks of civilization, trying to survive.
It was a world full of dangers still — mutated beasts, roaming warbands —
but it was also a world full of chances.
A world free for the first time in decades.
Epilogue Part 3 — "Kaela's Future"
Years Later
The sun rose over a new city —
one built not from steel and blood, but from hope.
At the highest point of the city stood a monument:
The Spear of Genesis, still untouched, framed by flowering trees.
Kaela stood before it, a few years older now —
taller, stronger, her eyes hardened by the weight of everything she had seen.
Beside her stood Arin — now a seasoned leader —
and a few other survivors from the war.
They had built something together.
Something worth protecting.
The Final Words
Kaela touched the stone base of the monument, whispering softly:
"I'll protect this world.
For you.
For all of them."
The wind carried her words across the city —
and beyond, into the wide, wounded world.
The era of Hollowborn was over.
A new age —
an uncertain, dangerous, but beautiful one —
had begun.
And Kaela — daughter of heroes, survivor of legends —
would lead it.
Not with power.
Not with fear.
But with the simple, unbreakable will to keep walking forward.