Chapter 607 Her Accusation
In the aftermath of the Thundering Reaper's catastrophic emergence in Finland, the entire world seemed to pivot on a new axis of dread and uncertainty. The day after the attack, newspapers around the globe plastered their front pages with apocalyptic titles that screamed of the havoc unleashed in the otherwise peaceful Helsinki. The International Eye declared in stark bold letters, "Unseen Threat: Demon Breaches Human Defenses Yet Again But with Unmatched Speed," capturing the global sentiment of vulnerability. The Angel Express pondered the preparedness of urban centers against supernatural threats in their piece, "Call to Arms: WHA Urges Tighter Security as Demons Slip Through Cracks."
Social media, that digital barometer of public opinion, erupted into a frenzy of hashtags and viral videos. Clips of the demonic figure's blurring speed and the brutal way she slaughtered those S Rankers became the subject of every second tweet or post, each sharing increasing the collective pulse of global anxiety. Hashtags like #ThunderingReaper, #HelsinkiHorror, #WhiteKnightDead, and #DemonThreat dominated trends, with each post adding to the crescendo of collective unease.
Bloggers and influencers churned out content at a breakneck pace, speculating on the origins and potential weaknesses of this new demonic terror. Amidst this digital storm, two camps began to crystallize. One loudly voiced their support for the World Hunter Association, citing the attack as a grim validation of the agency's long-standing warnings about demonic threats. This group clung to the echo of stringent security measures and advanced technology as the weapon against the demons.
They couldn't stop expressing how President Derek was right about the increasing terror the demons were brought to their world, and that it was high time, they took the right measures to stop them before it was too late.
On the opposite end, skeptics of the WHA's motives and methods preached caution, arguing that the incident should not justify the unchecked expansion of a power that might infringe upon civil liberties. Some anonymous posts were already talking about how all this could be a devious move from the WHA to sow terror and make governments give into them.
However, such controversial theories seemed to immediately get removed, at least from all the popular social media apps. Vissit novelbin(.)c.om for updates
As the dust settled on the streets of Helsinki and the initial shock gave way to a pervasive unease, the world held its breath. In coffee shops, living rooms, and boardrooms, people whispered fearful speculations. Was the Thundering Reaper a harbinger of more to come? Could any city or country be next? And hauntingly, as the sun set, they wondered if the night would ever be safe again.
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Not long after,
Under the secretive light of the Culthold of the Coven of the Damned, tension crackled through the air like static electricity. The atmosphere was thick as five figures were gathered in one of the training halls in the presence of two coffins before them.
As Asher's coffin glass popped open with a pneumatic hiss, the crisp sound sliced through the silence, his form emerging from the slumber of his human avatar body.
Next to him, Rebecca stirred in her adjacent coffin, her body sliding out with cold grace. Her red eyes flicked open, trying to shake off the momentary dizziness caused due to this transfer.
But right before they could reel in their senses, the tension in the air was shattered with the cold shriek of a believably betrayed voice, "Did you do it??"
Asher spun around, startled at the abrupt accusation. Rachel stood pointedly, tablet in her hands, her usually composed features twisted into an accusing glare. "Rachel, calm down. He wouldn't do that," Behind her, Amelia's brown eyes shimmered with latent worry as she placed her hand on Rachel's arm to make her calm down.
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