"Wha… What the shouting about?" William exclaimed, mouth agape.

With a crude smirk, Lyannah faced the others. "A Thu'um. I have the blood of a Dragon coursing through my veins, with its power under my control, I can use their words with lethal aggression." What she said didn't tell much, it just held more questions. David had come over, even behind his helmet, his surprise was evident with his frantic twitching.

"What the fuck was that?" David asked, before getting confused with even more words. "I never saw anything like that before!"

Lyannah nodded slowly, leading the team away from the smouldering bodies towards their objective. "It is an extraordinary power, even above magic itself. Unfortunately, it takes time before I can use their language once more; I only used it this time because it was an emergency."

"You could've been killed."

"Yet, I still live."

There was no exact number of how many legionaries Lyannah had killed with her magic. Still, with the seamless walking through a field of bodies, it felt as if the Legion's offensive was obliterated in an instant; the bodies were charred and smoked, some even faintly burning in their twisted and mangled positions. Whatever left of their faces was contorted in excruciating pain.

Stepping through the pile of charred bodies, David tried to reach Redfield through his headset. "Dad, are you there?"

"Loud and clear. What's your current status?" Redfield said, with interest.

"I have depleted over half of the Redeemer's ammunition pool, but we pulled through the Legion offensive. Lyannah decimated their entire advance, around twenty men at least. I can tell you for certain whatever she is she's not human; she used bloody magic."

With moderate silence, Redfield breathed. "Honestly I'm as surprised as you are."

"What was up with the standby earlier?" David said, slowing his pace. "Is the Dam holding up okay over there?"

There was another pause. "The Dam is fine, but for how much longer I don't know," Redfield said with great haste. "They're infiltrating from somewhere within, and I can't find an exact location."

With the sounds of faint gunfire heard over the headset, David stood still in fear. "What's going on over there? Are you under attack?"

"Something is happening outside the war room," Redfield quickly said, before being silenced by an explosion from his side. It almost shattered David's eardrums.

"Dad? Dad!?" Cass and Boone came over to David. "What's going on?"

With heavy gunfire flooding the background on the other side, David heard screaming and shouting. "Hold on; I'm coming!"

David took off back to the visitor centre as fast as he could; somewhere below the average jogging pace, David was out of breath quicker than usual. His thoughts were spent on happy ones like praying for his father's safety, just to give him the will to carry on.

"David!" Cass yelled, reaching out for David.

The gunfire and cries from Redfield's headset were thinning out but never died down, with Redfield's tone becoming more and more tired and stressed. After some feedback, static clouded Redfield's side.

David feared the worst and stopped in his tracks. "Damn it! I was too slow..." Cass and Boone had rushed to David, wondering about his erratic behaviour.

"David, what's wrong with you?" Cass said, holding David's hand.

With a wild guess from David's posture and current tension, Boone had a rough idea of the situation. "It's the generals, isn't it? Boone uttered, panning his eyes back and forth. "I gotta go help them."

Boone took off like a bat out of hell, and ran for the visitor centre, leaving Cass with David. David had no recollection of everyone's actions, but Cass did. Boone was gone, and William and Lyannah strayed off. Their company was helpful while it lasted.

"Boone!" Cass called, at the top of her voice, with Boone briefly checking back on her. "Be careful!"

With a smile and a thumbs-up, Boone disappeared into the fray, rifle first. Cass tried to slap some sense into David, he mostly went on and on about mindless jargon until he broke, placing his hands on his head in frustration.

"I should have stayed behind..."

"David, focus! We're in the middle of a fight here, snap out of it!" Cass shook David as hard as she could. "Dave, honey… What's happening to you?" Cass stared at David's face for some time, hoping to see his face through his thick lens. With teary eyes, Cass held David close and cared about David's current state. He was falling apart.

"Humanity..." David uttered, with a rough tone before getting his bearings. "I'm… sorry. This is all new to me; I don't even know how to respond to any of this."

"I'll tell you how to react. Look around. Everyone's split, Boone, Will and Lyannah." Cass punched David's chest, barely getting his attention. "We need to finish what we started and get back to Will and Lyannah. Make sure they're okay." Slowly and surely, David nodded, in response to Cass' opinion.

"You lead the way," he said, "I'll be your support."

"I'll give it a shot," Cass smugly said with pride. Before she could take a step, she collapsed onto her hands and knees in crippling pain. "Damn it! What the fuck?" Only two seconds in the leadership department and she already collapsed on her hands and knees, and not in the way she wanted.

"Cass?!"

Behind all her ego, Cass swallowed her pride once again and sat helplessly on the ground, trying to get up with no chance of success. She didn't want to trip over her feet all day. "Man, this is embarrassing. Care to help a woman up, luv?" she pleaded, extending her arm to David.

"Can you walk? David wondered, with nothing short of a disapproving nod from Cass.

David picked up Cass with one arm and held the Redeemer with the other; she was impressed with the strength David had wearing the armour. David escorted her through the field.

It wasn't easy to comprehend the sheer magnitude of destruction that seemed to all lead to Lyannah, from David's view, she was just as powerful as Sarkis. Though he knew his father would never mutilate anyone the way Lyannah did, quite literally disfiguring the entire Legion's advances in her wake, leaving a trail of death.

Sometimes David wondered if anyone deserved the fate Lyannah forced on them. Would mercy or surrender be in the Legion's vocabulary? Would they prefer being outright mangled by a powerful force of nature over giving up?

Cass and David came to a checkpoint; it was a makeshift shack. Inside was messy, teaming with scraps of junk, with lockers and metal boxes strewn about with nothing of interest inside. There was another Follower supply kit on the table; another stimpak, med-X and psycho was left for him. There was room for more, but someone must've ravaged the good stuff.

With two of each, it was time to heal up, Cass looked battered and desperately needed a quick fix. David set Cass down on the table in the middle and exited his power armour to tend to her. With a stimpak to her. She sprung back on her feet with confidence, and David felt rejuvenated to see a remarkable recovery.

Cass smacked her lips with delight. "Now that feels good."

"At least it was a minor injury. If something happened to you I… I don't know how I would cope."

Cass leant on the middle table. "Come now, don't be like that. I'm fine, really. Just sprained my ankle."

"Your accidents and injuries seem to happen more often. Are you sure you're okay?"

"As clear as daylight. But what happened back there with you? You were crying pretty bad out there. Something about dad?"

"Redfield. He's my dad, my real dad."

"I had my suspicions about you two being very close, but how is that possible?"

David leant on the table next to Cass. "He has his ways."

"Between you and me, how did he live as long as people take him for? It's a bit of a mystery to the N.C.R."

"It's… not my position to say. He just… has friends with unique skills."

"That's… needlessly vague..."

"Talk about it another day, not exactly a good time. Now can I ask you something?"

"Will it make me blush?"

David took out some med-X and psycho out of his pocket. "What the hell are these?"

"Chems. Med-X kills the pain and psycho help dish it out. Why?"

"Never seen them before."

"I have a heart condition; I don't care for them."

"You have a heart condition?"

"I have a weak heart."

David hands Cass a stimpak. "Take this then; I'll keep the chems for myself."

"Aye, aye, captain," she said with a fading smile.

"I haven't earned that right yet; I'm still learning." David stepped back into the power armour with a turn of the valve. "Let's get back out there."

Outside the checkpoint, the path from under the towers was engulfed in flames. There were no bodies anywhere, the Legion's assault seemed to be absent, and all resistance appeared to be gone. The front gate to the Legate's Camp was detected afar, beyond a small hill. Naturally, David and Cass walked there, hoping Lyannah and Will didn't get into too much trouble without them.

From a short trek behind, just outside the checkpoint were three people, calling David's name aloud. It was a wounded Redfield, wrapping his arm tightly around Boone's shoulder, and what would seem to be a Brotherhood Paladin next to them. Redfield had no signs of wear nor tear, but he held onto Boone's shoulder for his dear life, clutching his chest. David, happy to see his dad still standing spared no time to come over.

"I thought you were a goner!"

"You know I survived worse. I nearly phoned it in back there, though."

"Good to walk, General?"

"Thanks to you, Mr Boone." Boone let Redfield stand on his own. "There's a raise waiting for you back at my office."

"I found them both back in Hoover Dam; they looked they needed some help," the paladin said, in a familiar female tone.

"Veronica?"

"That's my name," Veronica said, "Don't wear it out."

"Ready to storm the camp?" Redfield slung his BAR from his aching shoulder. "Not far left to go."

"I'd like to know what happened back in the war room. Your side went all haywire."

"A squad of Legion Frumentarii infiltrated too close to home and stormed everyone at the war room. They were too much for our security at the time. Me, Oliver and Moore would've died if it wasn't for Boone and Veronica here."

"Are they okay?"

"They got out fine, can't say the same for my guards. I was trying to get a hold of you, but the Legion fucked up the comms from my end."

"Don't need the comm system anyway." David stepped to Veronica. "Veronica. What are you doing here?"

"To help you guys. I wanted to help so much I went back home and dusted off my mother's power armour and my old LAER, just to for you."

"LAER?"

"Laser-Assisted Energy Rifle. I just needed one reason to put this stuff to good use, and I found it."

"Glad to have you aboard, Veronica."

Redfield took the lead and examined David's group. "Any particular reason you're missing two bodies, David?"

"Lyannah and Will carried on without us when I got distracted from that explosion at the Dam."

"That was the Legion breaching the Dam's defences. As long as they're alive, we'll be fine, but until then I'm taking the point." Readfield led everyone towards the Legate's Camp, taking the centre role.

"Wouldn't have it any other way." David followed Redfield with Cass. "This feels just like the B.O.W. trade."

Boone smiled. "What an honour to follow the general to battle."

"You're a real fanboy, aren't you?"

"Hardly." Boone and Veronica followed after David. They bickered mostly along the way, and it was all purely for humour.

"Everyone good on ammo? Need any meds?" Redfield asked.

"I don't think we ran into anything too serious."

"Boone, Cass, you two good?"

"We're both fine, sir."

"With the gang all here what else do we need?"

"Glad to hear it."

"This power armour is something else, dad. Taken massive damage but it's still feeling brand new."

Boone stopped for a moment and glared at the back of David's head. "Dad?"

"Agent Wesker is my son, Mr Boone," Redfield said, loud enough to be heard by Boone. He was still a couple of steps behind the group, just how he liked it.

Boone nodded and carried on walking. "Explains why you're so close."

"That armour is solid coltan with ballistic plates, very similar to pre-war combat armour. The ceramic diamond coating help deflects conventional damage while composite layers of carbon fibre hold it all together – quite comfortable too."

David snickered. "And I thought it was some sort of futuristic kevlar."

"All our kevlar was replaced with carbon fibre shortly after you disappeared, son. Losing Captain LesProux was a terrible shame, but then you… that was the final straw. Kevlar just wasn't good enough for modern warfare; we needed something stronger and lighter to protect our officers."

"Which sounded more expensive…"

"It was. I had to scrap the stealth armour development to replace the kevlar alone. Nowadays, carbon fibre is extremely rare."

"Much like all other pre-war technology, right?"

Redfield sighed. "Unfortunately… Now, back to business." He slowed his pace to match those behind him. "When we storm the camp I want all legionaries eliminated on sight."

Boone smiled. "Couldn't have said it better myself, sir."

"God only knows what shit William and Lyannah got dragged into."