The gilded sigils across his carved body remained, but he could not hold on much longer under the pressure imposed by the Soul of Light.
Seeing his friend fight like that, Snow drew in a deep breath and let the Soul of Light explode from within him.
"Then so be it… until death, my friend," Snow said, then released a roaring wave of light and smashed his foot into the ground, carving the earth itself.
He flashed up inside a beam of light and joined Frey .. and within moments their eyes met.
In a single look they understood each other without a word.
Snow was ready to throw his life in with Frey's if needed .. and that steadied Frey slightly, taming the madness and fury Wesker had provoked.
This time, the two offered their last cards and entered a final, decisive fight against the Fourth Seat.
Thanks to Snow, Frey did not lose himself entirely and fall into Wesker's traps.
Together they coordinated once more, resolved to end this battle.
