The winds howled like dying beasts across a scarred land.
The sky above was a battlefield in itself — thunder growled, lighting forked across churning black clouds, and ash fell like dark snow.
On the shattered remains of what had once been a proud city, Kaela, Arin, and Chris Redfield stood alone, the battered Genesis Core pulsing weakly between them.
It was the last ember of hope.
And every power in the world had come to claim it.
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Gathering of the Wolves
Far across the broken plains, armies moved like living shadows.
The Black Fang Syndicate marched first — thousands of mercenaries clad in black armor and blood-red visors, their footsteps drowning the earth.
The Iron Circle, armored in relics of the old world's technology — tanks rolling, exo-suits whirring — moved in cold, perfect formation.
The Veil, the secretive assassins, melted through the mist, unseen and silent but deadly.
The Crimson Dawn, rogue scientists and soldiers wielding forbidden bio-weapons, hissed venomous chants as they closed in.
Each faction, ruthless and desperate, carried the same thought:
Take the Genesis Core. At any cost.
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The Stirring Darkness
But far more terrible than men were the things that rose beyond the horizon.
The Hollowborn.
Mutated horrors, nightmarish remnants of experiments gone wrong, now bound to Veyra — the cruel queen of the fallen.
Thousands crawled, flew, or slithered toward the battlefield, driven by hunger, hatred, and a deeper, darker command.
Their screams filled the air — a song of madness that shattered stone and tore at the minds of the living.
Above them, perched atop a jagged spire, Veyra stood.
Clad in obsidian armor that shimmered with dark light, her silver hair danced on the storm winds.
She was no longer merely Hollowborn — she was the will of annihilation itself.
One hand extended forward, a wicked smile on her lips.
> "Bring me the Core," she whispered.
And the earth trembled as her children charged.
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Chris Redfield's Stand
Chris clenched his fists, eyes scanning the encroaching death.
> "No retreat," he said.
"Not today."
He turned to Kaela and Arin, battle-worn but unbroken.
> "We hold this line. Together."
Kaela nodded, tightening her grip on her sword, its blade humming with built-up plasma energy.
Arin reloaded his rifle, his expression grim but resolute.
The Genesis Core pulsed — weak, but alive.
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The Battle Begins
The first wave hit like a tidal wave of nightmares.
Kaela danced between beasts, each strike of her blade cutting through shadow and flesh, her breath ragged but her spirit blazing.
Arin stood his ground, laying down relentless covering fire, plasma bolts searing the stormy skies.
Chris fought with savage precision, turning his body into a weapon — shotgun blasts blowing apart monsters, his fists crushing bones.
The mercenaries, assassins, and soldiers joined the chaos — some fought valiantly, others hesitated, some even tried to backstab each other mid-battle.
The battlefield descended into pure, blinding chaos.
Explosions rocked the earth.
Screams tore through the wind.
Blood — red and black — stained the broken streets.
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The Betrayal
Amongst the fighting, the leaders of the human factions saw their chance.
The Black Fang Syndicate, led by a warlord named Carter Vane, attempted to flank Chris's position, hoping to seize the Core during the confusion.
But Chris was ready.
> Boom!
A grenade landed perfectly in their path, blasting the traitors apart.
Chris roared through the smoke, his shotgun barking vengeance.
> "No one touches the Core while I'm breathing!"
Kaela and Arin flanked him, cutting down mercenaries who dared to break ranks.
Even as they fought monsters, they fought men — and the battlefield became a slaughterhouse.
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The Hollowborn Elites Arrive
Through the smoke and chaos, stronger Hollowborn emerged — towering monsters, bristling with spikes and glowing malevolent runes.
Each one was a living weapon — faster, smarter, deadlier.
One elite, a beast of molten flesh and iron wings, slammed into Chris, sending him flying into a building.
Another, a four-armed abomination, grabbed Kaela mid-swing, trying to crush her ribs.
> "Arin!" she cried.
Arin fired desperately, blowing off one of the creature's arms, freeing Kaela.
Chris roared back into the fray, blood trickling from his forehead.
They fought together, back-to-back, against creatures that should have been impossible.
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Veyra Descends
And then — the sky darkened even further.
Veyra descended from her spire, her black wings unfurling, casting a shadow across the battlefield.
Every Hollowborn froze, bowing their heads in reverence and fear.
The human factions quailed at her presence.
Even the bravest soldiers hesitated.
Kaela, panting and bloodied, stared up at her — awe and terror mixing inside her.
Veyra landed lightly, her heels cracking the stone beneath her.
> "You've entertained me long enough," she said, voice dripping like poison.
She raised her hand.
A shockwave of dark energy exploded outward, throwing dozens of soldiers and Hollowborn alike into the air like ragdolls.
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The Last Stand
Chris planted his feet, reloading.
> "We hold the line," he growled.
Kaela and Arin flanked him again, battered but unbroken.
The battlefield was hell.
Fires raged across the ruined streets.
Factions turned on each other in madness.
Hollowborn slaughtered mercenaries and soldiers indiscriminately.
Veyra moved like a goddess of death.
And at the heart of it all, Kaela still clutched the Genesis Core, its dim light flickering with every beat of her heart.
They couldn't last forever.
But they would fight until the very end.
Until there was nothing left to fight for.