While Yin Kuang and Moros were engaged in a "verbal" and "mental" exchange, Ada Wong and Wesker sat across from each other in a luxurious office, separated by a desk. Hovering above the desk was a full-color holographic projection showing the scene of Yin Kuang and Moros talking. Wesker appeared patient, listening quietly. Ada Wong, on the other hand, seemed somewhat impatient, faint lines creasing her fair brow.
Wesker smiled. "An interesting story, isn't it? I truly never expected that figures who had existed only in the mythological tales of ancient China would actually be real—and that they even went on a free 'trip.'" Ada Wong said, "Wesker, don't tell me you actually believe what they said?" Wesker replied, "Why shouldn't I? Isn't that freely transforming staff of Yin Kuang's the legendary 'Ruyi Jingu Bang' of Sun Wukong? Besides, we have witnessed the existence of a 'world of magic,' and we have even killed 'ourselves' with our own hands. So I think that even if they told me you and I were merely characters in some story world, perhaps I would believe it."
Ada Wong fell silent.
"Ada Wong, tell me," Wesker said, his expression turning grave, "don't you want to know why you exist? Don't you want to become stronger? I think we may be able to use these 'outsiders' to reach a higher-level world. I very much want to know what kind of place that 'Moros' spoke of—the place that created the world we live in—really is." Ada Wong looked at Wesker and said, "If that's the case, why are you so determined to see Isaacs and Aikenfo? You could just communicate directly with those outsiders." Wesker smiled. "Ada Wong, are you joking with me?" How could the great Wesker place his fate in someone else's hands? Even