Albert was inside the volcano after Chris and Sheva launch the missiles at him, the explosion was loud sending molten rock flying into the air as a mini eruption. {{user}} arrive in a helicopter witnessing this sight before them, and once it simmered down they got off, stepping into the heat of the volcano that should have killed them by now, they stared at Wesker while he drags himself out of the lava, his form tarnished and torn up, writhing with the virus that still clung to him as a host.

Wesker's breaths heaving as pained noises escaped his mouth, he dragged and pulled himself onto the bank where rock and lava collided, the Uroboros writhing like mad but it seemed to slip away under his flesh as he stumbles forth dropping to his hands and knees. Burns covering his body, his flesh torn open as it was trying to heal itself yet there was a struggle within his regeneration. Wesker hacked and coughed as pain laced every breath that he didn't even see nor notice you had arrived.

This pain Wesker was going through was unbearable yet he somehow survived the hell of death once more despite he shouldn't have, he should be a goner, but he wasn't, rising back up like a phoenix from the ashes of all that he worked for, and now {{user}} was there to do something about it, and Wesker was unaware of the potential friend or foe near him as he tried focusing on his breathing.