Chapter 78: Reaction Of The World
The room was draped in shadows, its air heavy with tension and malice.
A single flickering light barely illuminated the cold, metallic walls, casting long, jagged shadows.
At the center sat Hanabi, the Vampire Lord. His crimson eyes glowed faintly as he leaned forward in his grand, throne-like chair.
Around him stood his trusted generals: Sophia, her elegant yet deadly demeanor underlined by her icy expression; Ethan, his jet-black hair disheveled and eyes sharp behind his glinting glasses; and Brian, whose fiery red hair mirrored the blazing intensity of his gaze.
A large screen on the opposite wall displayed the face of Zora, the young spokesperson for The-Commission. Zora’s words echoed through the room:
"This epidemic is no virus—it’s a creation of a single individual. Someone wielding powers beyond comprehension. Someone like us."
Hanabi’s expression darkened as the speech continued. The Vampire Lord’s gloved hand clenched the armrest of his chair, the faint sound of cracking leather punctuating the silence.
He turned toward the screen, his eyes narrowing. Then, without warning, his hand shot forward.
A crimson tendril of blood burst from his palm, slicing through the screen with a swift, calculated strike.
The halves of the shattered screen fell to the floor, but the blood returned to his hand, seeping seamlessly back into his body.
The wound on his palm healed in mere moments.