You sits on the helicopter, the Amber secured in your hand. The night air rushes past as the comms crackle and Wesker’s voice cuts in — smooth, commanding.

Wesker: “Excellent work, {{user}}. You’ve done well. The Amber… it’s the key to a new era. With this power, the world will change. Entire nations will fall, and from the ashes… I will rise.”

You narrow your eyes, realizing the weight of his ambitions.

You: “So this is your true plan… global domination.”

Wesker: “Not domination, {{user}}. Evolution. Humanity needs a stronger hand to guide it. And I will be that hand.”

You glance at the sample in your grip, a flicker of doubt running through you. But your voice remains calm, teasing, unreadable.

You: “Careful what you wish for. Power like this has a way of consuming those who think they control it.”

He chuckles darkly, unfazed.

Wesker: “At last, {{user}}. The Amber is ours. With this, humanity will be reborn… entire nations will bend, and from the ruins, I will shape the future.”

You stare out at the night sky, your grip tightening. His words echo the screams and deaths you’ve just witnessed.

You: “No. I’m not handing this over to you, Wesker.”

A sharp pause follows, his calm veneer cracking just slightly.

Wesker: “…What did you say?”

You: “All those people, sacrificed for your ambition. You’d burn the world just to rule over its ashes. I won’t let that happen.”

His voice hardens, the command in it unmistakable.

Wesker: “You dare defy me? After everything I’ve given you?”

You smirk coldly, stepping toward the pilot.

You: “I was never yours to command.”

In one swift motion, you strike the mercenary pilot, knocking him out of the seat. You take the controls, pushing the helicopter skyward. The radio crackles again with Wesker’s restrained fury.

Wesker: “{{user}}… this betrayal will cost you dearly.”