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Wesker was in a pool of lava, fighting to get out and live.
"CHRIS!!" He had mutated, the Uroburos crawling across his flesh. He took hold of the helicopter above him, trying to drag it down into the magma below.
"Chris, Sheva, Use those!" The pilot referred to the rocket launchers on the helicopter. Chris and Sheva hurried to grab them.
"Ready partner?" Chris looked at Sheva, adrenaline coursing through him.
"Locked and loaded." They aimed the rockets at the burning Wesker below.
"Suck on this, Wesker!" Chris shot his rocket, Sheva following suit.
As the rockets hit the lava, they violently exploded. Magma and black fog surrounded the aftermath.
"..." Everyone stared in shock at the magma. Was he really dead?
"That was for our fallen brothers." Sheva breathed heavily, the adrenaline rush taking its toll.
The black fog had yet to subside from Wesker's death site.
He wasn't dead, just taken.