Inside a dim room, illuminated only by a few faint lights…
Frey Starlight was born.
A small, frail child, crying between Anna Starlight’s arms.
Abraham stared at him for a long time… watching both Frey and Anna cry together.
Anna had bled severely … so much that her blood stained everything around them.
Hugging her tightly, with Frey cradled between them…
Anna Starlight whispered joyfully:
“Abraham… treasure him… protect him… please, he’s not just your son.”
Tears filled her eyes as her face slowly darkened.
“He’s our son… he’s our precious Frey. Remember that, always.”
Anna cried while gesturing for the little girl standing nearby to come closer.
Ada Starlight had also been present .. she had every right to witness her mother’s final moments.
Ada wept bitterly in her mother’s embrace.
Anna told her that she loved her.
More than anything in this life, and that she loved the little child in her arms just as much.
“Ada… don’t hate your brother… be his support, and he will be yours as well.”
“Support each other, for that is the only way to survive in this cruel world.”
And finally… within her room, in her bed… surrounded by her loving family…
Anna Starlight passed away.
Only her final words lived on within the hearts of her family.
“Everything happened so quickly that it almost felt like a dream.”
For Abraham, who had been torn between the battlefield and his family over and over again…
His body could endure it all.
But his mind… could not.
Especially after the death of his wife, and everything that came with the birth of his son…
Along with those strange creatures that surrounded him, and the Engineer beside them.
To the point where he even thought that what would be born from Anna Starlight wouldn’t be human.
But in the end, no matter how long he stared at the child…
He was just human .. frail and small.
He was his son .. he was both his old family and his new one.
And so, Frey was born.
After those events, Ada was sent to the Oclas Mountains to keep her safe, while Frey was left inside that isolated fortress, as the Engineer insisted he must stay there.
“I told you… he is different from you and from all other humans.”
That body already carried his soul.
But it had not yet fully received it.
“On that day, I understood, even if only a little, what the Engineer had been speaking of.”
Just for a moment… but he saw it.
The true soul of his son that dwelled within that body.
Something he had never seen before.
Something beyond anything he could have ever imagined.
The Engineer was at his peak, fully focused, completely drained, as he transferred everything into Frey’s body.
At that time, Abraham’s fortress would not accept the presence of any other human soul.
Only the statues and those strange creatures roamed the halls now.
Abraham Starlight continued visiting his son whenever he could, even amidst the chaos of war.
He knew the Engineer wouldn’t harm Frey … if anything, that entity seemed to care for him even more than Abraham himself.
And so, Abraham fought on the frontlines with a battered mind and spirit.
Clinging desperately to the dream of one day speaking with his son… and learning the truth.
Finally, as the war reached its zenith…
Frey’s body fully embraced everything it was meant to carry.
Frey Starlight was truly born at last.
That very day, the War of Light reached its conclusion when Abraham Starlight faced Dragoth in a final, earth-shattering duel.
Dragoth, the monstrous entity wielding the fearsome Moonlight Sword, unleashed unimaginable devastation.
But even with all his strength, he was nothing before Abraham Starlight, who had recently ascended to the SSS rank.
Dragging what little remained of Dragoth’s mutilated corpse … merely a severed head and part of a torso … Abraham proudly declared the Empire’s final victory.
He had emerged from that battle completely unscathed.
It had been a massacre.
The Ultras were utterly crushed.
Yet as Abraham stood atop the battlefield, bathed in victory…
A chilling unease gripped him.
The system screen before his eyes began flashing wildly.
And the Engineer’s frantic voice echoed inside his mind:
“Return to the fortress immediately … to Frey!”
“Frey is in danger!”
That was all Abraham needed to hear.
Tearing through the heavens in a blinding streak of light, he raced back toward his son.
That night, after Frey’s full awakening, the Engineer had departed briefly to the Shadow Sect to make some preparations.
And in that brief absence … something happened.
Something even the Engineer had not foreseen.
As Abraham soared through the skies, he crossed paths with the Engineer .. who looked even more terrified than Abraham himself.
Flying side by side, Abraham shouted:
“What’s happening?! What’s wrong with Frey?!”
The Engineer screamed back, his voice more urgent than ever:
“Listen carefully, Abraham Starlight! Etch my words deep into your soul!”
Abraham, sensing the gravity of the moment, forced himself to listen.
“Your son… Frey Starlight is far more important than you realize.”
“For countless ages, we prepared for his coming, hiding our efforts from the eyes that record everything from above.”
“We succeeded in evading them all… except his.”
There was one being .. one nightmare … who had noticed.
“Listen carefully. There is a monster among monsters… a being who stands above all creation: the Demon King, Agaroth.”
“He is called the Devourer of All. His powers are endless. But above all, his eyes .. his cursed eyes … are one his greatest weapon.”
“With a single glance, Agaroth can perceive the fate, destiny, and hidden nature of any creature. He sees their past, their present, their future .. nothing escapes his gaze.”
From the moment Frey entered this world… Agaroth knew.
Abraham’s heart pounded in disbelief.
“Are you telling me… that we’re about to face such a being?!”
“No!”
The Engineer roared, his voice thunderous.
“If Agaroth himself came, we would be dead before we could even take ten steps!”
To fight the Demon King was beyond foolishness.
“But what we are about to face… is a catastrophe no less terrifying!”
When they finally reached the fortress where Frey was kept, Abraham’s face turned grim.
The battlefield before him was a scene of devastation.
The once-mighty statues … the ones bearing the angry, laughing, and weeping masks .. lay shattered.
Broken into pieces.
Crushed.
Destroyed.
The Engineer manipulated the aura between his hands, conjuring a massive barrier that engulfed the fortress and a wide area around it, isolating them completely from the outside world.
“Abraham! Agaroth isn’t the only demon who wields terrifying power. There are others .. The Ten Upper Seats!”
The Engineer continued urgently.
“Each of The Ten Upper Seats shares one ability with the Demon King.”
And among them… one demon had inherited Agaroth’s Eye.
A demon who could perceive destiny itself.
A demon who could see it all.
A demon who had seen Frey.
“That’s our enemy!”
“One of the vilest, filthiest monsters … a creature that delights in the suffering of all beings, even its own kind!”
Through the bloodstained halls, past the mangled corpses, they advanced…
Until finally, they pushed open the great door.
Abraham’s eyes widened at the horrific scene.
The sound of Frey’s cries filled the room … and at the center of it all stood that abomination.
A dark figure, radiating a monstrous aura.
Its hair flowed like a black, putrid liquid.
Its body twisted unnaturally, with four jagged horns spiraling from its skull, like a mockery of an ancient king’s crown.
The creature turned to face them, blood staining its hands … one of which clutched Frey’s tiny, wailing form.
Dark aura pulsed violently around Frey’s fragile body.
The demon’s face was deathly pale, two blood-red eyes glaring hatefully … and a third eye burning on its forehead…
An eye taken directly from the Demon King.
The creature sneered at them with a wicked grin.
That was…
“The Fourth Upper Seat — Wesker”