Somewhere across the continent of the Ultras .. within one of its darkest, most desolate corners...
A peculiar gathering took place. A procession of demons and prominent Ultras figures assembled, all standing in formation behind Wesker, who remained at the front.
Beside him, Rank 13 Geppetto stood alongside Beatrice and many other notable names.
"He’s here."
With his usual poisonous smile, Wesker gazed toward the horizon .. only moments before a colossal dark pillar descended from the heavens, shaking the land with violent force.
That beam of darkness struck with immense speed and overwhelming power. Its arrival unleashed a tidal wave of aura so intense it battered the land itself—whoever approached simply didn’t bother hiding their presence.
From within the veil of darkness, a demon stepped forward, moving toward Wesker, who welcomed him with the same sinister smile.
It was a familiar demon .. four horns, a deformed face, sunken violet eyes, and a cloak of black aura trailing behind him.
But this time...
He wore a terrifying black armor that covered most of his body, making him appear even more imposing and unstoppable.
The moment he arrived, almost everyone present bowed .. everyone except Wesker—showing their respect.
"We welcome the Tenth Seat... the One-Man Army, Zibar."
As expected, this was Zibar of Rank Ten. But this time...
It wasn’t a clone.
It was the real deal—Zibar in his true physical body, clad in the legendary Katarina Armor.
The difference was staggering. The air around him grew heavier under the crushing weight of his true aura.
His presence was nothing like Wesker’s. While the Fourth Seat was stronger, Wesker tended to conceal his aura. Zibar, on the other hand, let everything spill out freely.
"Took you long enough, Zibar. Was the situation up there really that troublesome?"
Wesker asked, hiding mockery beneath his words.
Zibar responded calmly, unbothered by Wesker’s tone.
"You know well how complicated things are right now. My presence is crucial within the army .. I can’t stay away for long."
He clenched his fist, his sharp eyes narrowing at Wesker.
"Let’s end this quickly. The war against the Great Ones has already begun."
His voice carried an urgency, urging Wesker to hasten their operations on Earth.
For while they spoke, the First Seat Crimson .. along with Rank Two Aagares and Rank Five Marvas .. had already clashed with a faction of the Great Ones, accompanied by contingents from other dominant races like the Pantheon.
The mysterious land that had manifested in the vastness of the universe had drawn the attention of every apex creature in existence. Each was now attempting to claim it, uncover its secrets, and seize its power.
Zibar, with his ability Reincarnation Spirit, was a critical general capable of fielding entire armies made from his clones.
"No need to worry. I intend to finish this very soon."
Wesker closed his eyes for a moment... and then opened the King’s Eye alone.
His strongest ability had returned, after the cooldown he incurred when he used it against Frey and Snow. It was safe to say the Fourth Seat had recovered most of his full strength.
Wesker had fought Frey and Snow and defeated them both. Then he fought Adir from the Shadow Sect and beat him as well. And yet he sustained no injuries—aside from the King’s Eye entering its rest period.
That fact alone showed the terrifying gap between Rank Four and the rest.
And now... Rank Ten had arrived as well.
But that wasn’t all.
While Zibar spoke with Wesker, and while everyone bowed around them, it felt as though only those two had the right to stand here. Even Geppetto looked insignificant before them.
That’s what Zibar believed... until his eyes widened in shock.
He suddenly felt an aura—pure, overwhelming—that intertwined with his own... and crushed it.
An aura radiant and flamboyant, the opposite of his own darkness.
Zibar instantly raised his fist, turning toward the source, ready to fight .. but Wesker stopped him, signaling there was no need.
At that moment, a certain man stepped into the area.
A man wearing a simple black robe thrown over an old, battered black armor.
His hair was long and black. His eyes were hollow and dark. His condition looked ragged... but the pressure he exuded was no joke.
Watching the man approach .. not toward Wesker, but directly toward Geppetto .. Zibar realized he wasn’t an enemy.
But he couldn’t help staring in disbelief.
"Where did you find this monster?"
Zibar asked honestly shocked, while Wesker laughed softly, amused by his reaction.
"Incredible, isn’t it? This is Abraham Starlight .. Frey Starlight’s father. The man I fought years ago."
Hearing this, Zibar quickly began connecting the dots.
He knew Wesker had struggled against a human long ago .. but deep down, he had never truly believed it. To him, no human could ever threaten the Upper Ten.
Zibar always assumed the real opponent who injured Wesker back then was the Shadow Sect warrior... the Engineer, Gehrman.
But seeing Abraham with his own eyes shattered that belief completely.
"This man... he’s stronger than me," Zibar admitted.
He then turned toward Geppetto .. who was already laughing, unable to contain himself.
"You’re telling me this monster fell into Geppetto’s hands?"
Wesker nodded.
"That’s right."
Zibar’s expression darkened.
If Geppetto used that body... he could fight the Upper Ranks and claim a top seat for himself.
Wesker clearly sensed Zibar’s thoughts and placed a hand lightly on his shoulder.
"No need to worry. Amon won’t allow it .. even if he tries."
Wesker’s final words were spoken through a thin layer of aura, meant for Zibar’s ears alone.
The moment Amon’s name was mentioned, Zibar said nothing more. He knew those words were true.
Amon .. the Eleventh Seat. The Nightmare Host.
He was only Rank Eleven... yet his name carried a weight that made even demons wary.
The reason was simple.
Remembering the masked demon, Zibar sighed.
Amon .. the demon known as the Joker .. was anything but normal. Though ranked Eleventh, the number didn’t reflect his true strength. The real reason he stayed at Eleven was because he personally tested anyone attempting to break into the Top Ten.