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Chapter 107: The Powers Of The-Commission Revealed

Chapter 107: The Powers Of The-Commission Revealed

The cold night air carried an eerie silence, broken only by the faint rustling of leaves and distant city sounds.

Under the pale moonlight, four figures moved with purpose, their synchronized steps whispering of disciplined coordination.

The group was led by Hang, a towering figure of authority, his presence commanding yet calm.

Accompanying him were Zora, Gus, and Atlas—each distinct in appearance, their dark attire blending seamlessly with the night.

The group approached the desolate street, scanning their surroundings. Hang turned to Gus, his piercing gaze cutting through the shadows.

"How many vampires do you sense nearby?" Hang’s voice was steady, carrying a hint of anticipation.

Gus closed his eyes, his heightened senses reaching out into the stillness.

After a moment, he opened them, a faint glow of determination shining in his irises.

"Four, in that direction," Gus replied, pointing toward a nearby park.

"What rank are they?" Hang pressed.

"They’re medium rank," Gus answered, his voice laced with certainty.

A sly smile crept onto Hang’s face. "That’ll do."

Without another word, the four hunters vanished from their positions, their movements swift and precise, leaving only the faintest trace of their presence behind.

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In the dimly lit park, four vampires sat together on a worn wooden bench, their expressions tense and restless.

Each one bore the pale complexion and sharp features that marked their kind, their eyes flickering with a faint red glow.

One of them, a burly figure with a scar running down his cheek, broke the silence.

"We need to find Feri Tayo. I can’t take this anymore—I want to be human again."

Another vampire, lean and wiry, scoffed at the statement. "Don’t you get it? The ones who turned back into humans were all captured by the government. They’re thrown into cells, punished first, and only released if they committed minor crimes."

The third vampire, a younger-looking one with disheveled hair, chimed in nervously. "But we’ve killed so many humans. They’ll never let us go."

The scarred vampire leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. "Becoming vampires wasn’t a curse—it’s a power. One we should embrace and use to its fullest."

The group fell silent, nodding reluctantly. But their agreement was short-lived, interrupted by the sound of slow, deliberate footsteps.

"You’re right," a deep voice called out from the darkness, "being vampires isn’t a curse. It’s power."

The vampires shot to their feet, scanning their surroundings in alarm.

Emerging from the shadows, a boy stepped forward, no older than eighteen, with broad shoulders and chestnut-brown hair.

It was Hang, his confident smirk illuminated by the faint glow of a nearby streetlamp.

The scarred vampire sneered, his fangs glinting as he spoke. "You shouldn’t be wandering alone at night, kid."

Before Hang could respond, another figure stepped out from the opposite side of the park. Atlas, tall and lean with jet-black hair, his sharp gaze fixed on the vampires.

His voice was calm but carried a distinct authority.

"You’re not as powerful as you think. That’s your weakness."

The scarred vampire turned toward Atlas, a sinister grin spreading across his face. "So, two kids think they can take us on?"

Before the vampire could take another step, a third voice echoed from a different direction.

"Wrong. We didn’t come to capture you," the voice said coolly.

The group turned to see Gus, a shorter figure with jet-black hair and striking gray eyes. His small frame belied the intense confidence radiating from his presence.

The vampires snarled, their fangs bared. "Three of you? That’s perfect—we were just getting hungry."

A fourth voice interrupted them, firm and unyielding.

"We’re here to deliver you to the government," it declared.

The scarred vampire froze, his crimson eyes locking onto a boy with white hair and piercing blue eyes stepping out from the fourth direction.

This was Zora, whose reputation preceded him. The vampires immediately recognized him, their bravado giving way to fear.

"You... you’re that one!" one of them stammered, his confidence crumbling.

Zora smirked, his blue eyes gleaming with amusement. "Am I really that famous?"

The vampires’ fear morphed into aggression as they extended their claws, each nail gleaming like a blade under the moonlight.

The scarred vampire growled, "No matter how strong you are, you can’t defeat us!"

Hang stepped forward, his expression calm and unbothered.

Slowly, he raised a single finger. A blinding beam of light emerged from his fingertip, illuminating the park in an ethereal glow.

The vampires shielded their eyes, momentarily disoriented.

Without warning, Hang released the beam, the light streaking toward the vampires with unparalleled speed.

It pierced through all four of them before they could react, their bodies jolting as the attack struck their vital points.

The light continued its trajectory toward Atlas, who calmly raised his hand.

An invisible barrier materialized before him, absorbing the energy effortlessly.

Lowering his hand, Atlas turned to Hang with a faint smirk. "Were you trying to kill me?"

Hang deactivated the light with a slight chuckle. "Just testing your reflexes."

The vampires collapsed to the ground, clutching their chests. The precision of Hang’s attack had immobilized them, rendering them helpless.

"Contain them," Hang ordered, his tone sharp and decisive.

Gus stepped forward, his gray eyes glowing faintly. He extended his hand toward the fallen vampires, who glared at him with desperation and rage.

"You’re just a kid," one of them spat.

Gus ignored the insult, his hand emanating a cold, otherworldly aura. "Store," he commanded.

One by one, the vampires were pulled into Gus’s palm, their forms dissolving into his grasp as though sucked into a vacuum.

Once the task was complete, Gus exhaled, his breath visible in the chill of the night.

"They were strong," Gus remarked, his voice tinged with both admiration and disdain. "Absorbing them would’ve made me even stronger."

Hang’s expression darkened. "Observing them is fine, but absorbing their essence would corrupt you. It’s not worth it."

Gus smirked, his arrogance returning. "I’ve held back because you told me to. For now."

Hang’s gaze softened slightly. "It’s for your own good."

With that, the group stood in the eerie silence of the park, the battle over but the tension lingering. The hunters had done their job, but their work was far from finished.

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The soldiers standing guard outside the cave entrance moved in synchronized precision as they noticed the approaching group.

Each soldier was clad in dark tactical uniforms, their faces obscured by masks that reflected an air of secrecy.

Their boots crushed the gravel beneath them as they stepped forward, weapons firmly in hand, glinting faintly under the pale moonlight.

As Hang, Atlas, Zora, and Gus dismounted from the glowing barrier crafted by Atlas’s energy, the soldiers immediately snapped to attention.

A resounding salute echoed across the silent mountain base. "Rangers, welcome to the Government’s Secret Facility," one of them declared with an authoritative tone, his voice muffled yet respectful through his mask.

Zora, overwhelmed by the gesture, smirked and nudged Gus lightly. "They’re saluting us... and calling us Rangers," he whispered with a mix of pride and disbelief.

Gus chuckled, his lips curling into a sly grin. "Of course they are. We’re the protagonists of this world, after all." His tone carried a playful confidence that made Zora’s chest swell with satisfaction.

However, Hang’s expression remained stoic, his focus unwavering.

Ignoring their lighthearted banter, he stepped forward, addressing the soldiers with his usual directness.

"We’ve completed our task," he stated firmly. "But we don’t have much time. We’ve come to deliver the targets."

The soldiers exchanged glances before their captain, distinguishable by the insignia on his shoulder, nodded in understanding. "Understood, Ranger," the captain said. "But where are the vampires?"

Hang tilted his head toward Gus, who immediately caught the cue. With a purposeful stride, Gus stepped forward, raising his hand. His voice rang out, clear and commanding, "Release."

In an instant, the four captured vampires materialized in midair before crashing unceremoniously to the rocky ground.

Their once-threatening aura was now replaced by vulnerability.

Deep wounds marred their bodies, and although their regenerative abilities were active, they were clearly struggling—evidence of the intense battle they had faced.

The scent of blood lingered in the cool mountain air, mingling with the earthy aroma of the surrounding terrain.

The soldiers instinctively raised their weapons, aiming at the incapacitated vampires as a precaution.

Their eyes, though hidden behind masks, seemed to brim with vigilance.

The sight of the subdued vampires, once terrifying predators, drew a mixture of awe and relief among them.

Hang stepped forward, his voice cutting through the tense silence. "You should secure them properly and take them inside."

The captain nodded. "You’re absolutely right, Ranger." He gestured to his men, who immediately fetched sturdy ropes and specialized restraints designed to neutralize supernatural threats.

Within moments, the vampires were bound tightly, their struggles futile against the reinforced bindings.

One by one, they were dragged toward the cave entrance, their groans of defiance echoing faintly against the rocky walls.

As the last vampire was hauled away, a soldier turned back to the group. "Rangers, would you like to come inside? The facility is ready to accommodate you."

Before anyone else could respond, Hang raised his hand to decline. "We have urgent matters to attend to," he said curtly.

"There are still vampires roaming freely in the city. We must focus on eliminating them. Perhaps another time."

The soldier hesitated, clearly disappointed but respectful. He saluted once more.

"Understood, Ranger. We’ll await your visit another day." Without another word, he turned and disappeared into the cave.

Atlas, who had been quietly observing, stepped forward and summoned his energy once again.

The shimmering barrier reappeared, radiating a faint hum as it hovered above the ground.

The group climbed onto the platform without hesitation, their movements fluid and practiced.

Zora, standing at the rear, activated his gravitational powers, causing the barrier to ascend smoothly into the sky.

As they gained altitude, Gus leaned closer to Hang, his voice inquisitive. "We could have gone inside. Why did you refuse?"

Hang, standing at the edge of the barrier with his back to Gus, didn’t turn around.

His voice, low and deliberate, carried a weight that silenced any further questions. "Because I don’t trust them."

The others exchanged glances, a newfound respect for Hang’s intuition settling among them.

In their hearts, they silently acknowledged his wisdom. The barrier surged forward, carrying them swiftly through the night sky, leaving the mountain and its secrets far behind.

And with that, their journey continued, the silence between them speaking volumes as the Chapter reached its end.

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To be continues.....