Raja, aboard the Arcadia tanker, hacked its systems with his Chaos Watch, uncovering humans in stasis—Umbrella's latest guinea pigs. With Telekinesis, he freed them, their grateful gasps echoing as he piloted the ship to Japan's Shadow Resistance HQ.
Intel from the Night Queen pinpointed Umbrella's prime virus simulation facility in Kamchatka, Northern Russia, a former USSR submarine yard turned cloning and virus lab.
Raja, the Queens—Alice, Rain, Jill—and 30 Alice clones stormed the icy facility, finding it crawling with Red Queen-controlled horrors. They purged infected monstrosities and neutralized clone soldiers, Raja's Chaos watch jamming enemy comms. Declaring the facility theirs, Raja set his sights on ending the T-virus, vowing to conquer Umbrella's Raccoon City Hive.
At Tokyo HQ, Raja faced the Shadow Resistance, his voice booming. "People, I've uncovered the doomsday plot behind this apocalypse!"
The room froze, 20,000 fighters and the Queens hanging on his words, shock rippling through. "Umbrella was founded by Dr. Alexander Roland Isaacs and Dr. James Marcus. Marcus had a daughter, Alicia, dying from progeria—rapid aging. He crafted the T-virus from the Progenitor Virus, a miracle plant from Africa meant to cure diseases. It saved Alicia but had… side effects."
He paused, grim. "A boy treated with it turned undead on a cable car, sparking the outbreak. Umbrella buried it. With Marcus was killed by Isaac, he seized control, using Alicia's inherited stock while she was too young to lead. They built the Hive under Raccoon City, run by the Red Queen, modeled on Alicia. The virus escaped, and the U.S. nuked the city to contain it."
Raja projected a hacked Red Queen video, her archives deliberately left open for him. It showed Isaacs plotting a T-virus apocalypse, planning to kill everyone except Umbrella's elite. The resistance roared, fury igniting.
Raja stepped forward, eyes ablaze with purpose, his voice rising like thunder across the crowd. He raised his fist high, every word striking like a war drum.
"They call themselves gods. They think they own our fate—our lives, our world. But we are not their experiment. We are the storm they never saw coming!"
The crowd leaned in, the air electric with tension.
"Umbrella infected our cities, poisoned our people, and buried our future beneath their lies. But no more. Today, we are not just survivors—we are avengers. We are rebels. We are the reckoning they feared would never come!"
He turned slowly, meeting their eyes, voice tightening with fire.
"We will rip open their Hives. We will burn their virus to ash. And from the ruins, we will rise—not as victims, but as legends!"
He thrust his fist skyward.
"This is not just a fight for survival. It's a war for our freedom—for every name they erased, every child they caged, every soul they stole. And today, we take it all BACK!"
"WHO'S WITH ME?!"
The crowd exploded like a volcano, roaring his name: "SHADOW KING! SHADOW KING!"
Their fear was gone. All that remained was fury, hope—and fire in their hearts, ready to storm hell itself.
The Resistance Army—clones, NS-5 robots, and fighters—marched on Raccoon City, Raja leading with the Queens. The Red Queen, alerted, unleashed mutated zombies, lickers, and Gaits under mysterious orders.
Rain commanded the ground assault, mowing down monsters, while Jill led a sky attack, blasting winged horrors.
Raja, Alice, and a five-man team slipped into the Hive via a secret entrance. In the main hallway, they hit a snag: a giant fan blocked their path, powerless. Alice, unfazed, strolled through the blades, beckoning others. As they crossed, power surged, blades whirring. They dove through, barely escaping.
Watching remotely, the real Wesker—not a clone—ordered the fan to suck air, yanking the group back. They clung to floor poles, but one soldier, Lisa, lost her grip, hanging onto Alice. Raja, with a flick of Telekinesis, crushed the fan into a metal lump, saving them.
The group, shaken but relieved, pressed on, Raja's calm swagger steadying their nerves. Wesker, fuming, plotted another trap. Crawling through a vent, the team froze as lights blazed. A floor panel opened, dropping them into a cavern. A horde of bioweapons—clawed, fanged monstrosities—attacked.
Raja and Alice drew laser katanas, blades humming, slicing steel like butter. The team laid cover fire, bullets blazing. In a Demon Slayer-style dance, Raja and Alice carved through the horde, their katanas flashing like comets. Raja spun, his blade a fiery arc, bisecting a licker, its tongue lashing futilely. Alice, a whirlwind, slashed a Gait's limbs, her strikes precise as a surgeon's. They moved in sync, Raja's Telekinesis deflecting claws, Alice's agility dodging spikes. Blood and ichor sprayed, the team's gunfire pinning stragglers. In minutes, the cavern was a graveyard, bioweapons in pieces, Raja and Alice panting, blades glowing.
Climbing back to the Hive's halls, they reached the Red Queen's core, Alice haunted by past memories. She input commands, revealing an elevator to the bottom floor.
Riding down, they spotted thousands in cryogenic storage—Umbrella's elite, waiting out the apocalypse. Alice's eyes burned with rage. In the control room, Wesker, monitoring via the Red Queen, ordered Isaacs thawed from stasis.
A voice echoed as they hit the main floor—Isaacs, leading them to a lavish bunker. "Drop your weapons," he sneered, revealing cybernetic upgrades. "I'm the original Isaacs—Nevada was a clone. And Alice? You're a clone of Alicia Marcus."
An old woman in a wheelchair emerged from a cryostasis tube—Alicia, Umbrella's co-owner, ravaged by progeria. Isaacs gloated, "She's not much older than you, but her disease let me control Umbrella, waiting for her death."
A gunfight erupted, John Wick-style, Alice, Wesker, and Isaacs trading shots in a bullet ballet. Guns clicked empty, and they switched to combat knives, blades clashing in a brutal dance. Alice ducked Wesker's slash, countering with a knee to his gut, her knife grazing his arm. Isaacs lunged at her, cybernetic arm sparking; she parried, slicing his thigh. Wesker tackled Alice, but she flipped him, her blade nicking his throat. Isaacs charged, only for Alice to sidestep, driving her knife into his shoulder. In a final flurry, Alice decapitated Wesker, his head rolling, then impaled Isaacs, pinning him to a wall, blood pooling.
Isaacs, gasping, ordered the Red Queen to kill Raja and Alice, but she ignored him.
Raja smirked, "Dude, why'd I let Alice fight? I was hacking the Red Queen. Umbrella's now Alicia's."
Alicia, stunned, commanded, "Red Queen, make Isaacs disappear." Wall-mounted guns roared, shredding Isaacs into a red mist.
Raja handed Alicia an APT-Wyllt, a T-virus cure, restoring her youth and health.
He perfected the anti-virus in fewdays, spraying it globally via drones, purging the T-virus. Within a month, Earth's ecosystems getting healed, skies clearing.
Raja, with NS-5 robots, rebuilt the U.S., making it a techno-eco haven. He upgraded the Red Queen as his Chaos Watch AI, crowned the Night Queen Earth's supreme AI, and named Alice, Rain, and Jill global Queens. Syncing this world's time dilation to Elysium's, Raja ensured seamless travel. Earth was reborn, and the Shadow King's reign began.
To Be Continued…