Chapter 103: The Tides of Perception
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The dim glow of countless screens illuminated the faces of people around the city as a particular video spread like wildfire across social dia and news networks.
The content was both shocking and inspiring, showcasing the heroic deeds of Feri Tayo.
The video detailed her miraculous act of saving an entire hospital and its staff, curing over thirty vampires by reverting them to human form, and healing all the injured patients present within its walls.
Tayo’s selfless actions had a profound impact on those who watched.
TV reporters and anchors dissected the footage, their voices carrying the story into hos everywhere.
One particularly enthusiastic anchor exclaid,
"In one day, we’ve witnessed two contrasting stories. On one hand, The-Commission power-hungry mbers demolished a ho, resulting in the tragic deaths of two innocent people. On the other, Feri Tayo, a mber of the Union, displayed unparalleled compassion by not only saving lives but revitalizing the fatigued hospital staff. The question arises—who do we truly want as our heroes? Those who misuse their powers with arrogance or those who dedicate themselves to our well-being?"
The news had a polarizing effect. Public outrage against The-Commission reached new heights, while admiration for Tayo surged.
Social dia was abuzz with praise, and hashtags supporting her flooded every platform.
It was clear: the tide of public opinion was shifting in favor of the Union, particularly Feri Tayo, whom so began to call the Guardian of Hope "Feri Tayo".
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Far away, in a serene, old-fashioned Japanese ho, a blind elderly woman sat on a wooden chair.
Her room exuded a tiless charm—wooden floors polished to a soft sheen, a low table adorned with simple yet elegant carvings, and a window that frad a ticulously maintained garden bursting with vibrant flowers.
A traditional television sat in the corner, quietly playing the news about Feri Tayo.
The woman’s milky-white eyes gazed blankly ahead, yet her face carried a serene expression.
As she listened to the broadcast, a faint smile curved her lips. "What a sweet creature this Tayo seems to be," she murmured, her voice soft and warm. "I would very much like to et her soday."
As she spoke, her eyes began to glow faintly, shifting from opaque white to a soft luminescent hue.
She leaned back in her chair, her delicate hands resting on the armrests as if summoning a vision. "Let’s see who this Tayo truly is," she whispered.
The glow in her eyes intensified, turning a brilliant red, but almost instantly, pain wracked her body.
The woman winced, clutching at her face as her vision abruptly ceased.
The glow faded, and her expression twisted in anguish. "This has never happened before," she muttered through gritted teeth, her breath uneven. "My powers have never failed ... Why can’t I see her?"
Reaching for a wooden jug on the table beside her, she poured water into a glass with trembling hands.
As she sipped, she reflected aloud, "I thought I could see anyone, anywhere. Perhaps I was mistaken." Despite the pain, a wry smile returned to her face. The mystery of Tayo lingered, leaving her with a strange mix of curiosity and unease.
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A Broken Man
Elsewhere, a middle-aged man sat alone in a dimly lit apartnt.
His room was a chaotic ss—a mattress carelessly tossed on the floor, surrounded by empty bottles of alcohol.
A small Japanese-style tea table stood in front of him, cluttered with ashtrays and cigarette butts.
In one corner, broken appliances lay in pieces, as though sliced apart by a sharp blade.
The man sat on the floor, leaning against the wall, a cigarette in one hand and a bottle of liquor in the other.
The faint light of a television flickered across his face, showing the sa broadcast about Feri Tayo.
His expression remained unreadable as he stared at the screen, smoke curling around his head.
For a mont, his hand tightened around the bottle, but he said nothing.
The room was heavy with silence, broken only by the occasional sound of the TV. Whatever thoughts raced through his mind were his alone, hidden behind a stoic facade.
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A Nation on Edge
In the heart of a grand governntal building, the President sat at the head of a large round table.
Ministers, advisors, and military officials occupied the surrounding seats, their expressions a mix of concern and determination.
A large screen behind the President displayed a wealth of data—maps, graphs, and reports—all highlighting the growing epidemic of vampire transformations.
The President’s stern gaze swept across the room. "What’s the status of the epidemic?" he demanded.
One of the ministers spoke up, his voice strained. "Sir, we’ve deployed as many forces as possible to contain the outbreaks. However, in certain central towns, the spread is alarmingly fast. Vampires are turning humans at an unprecedented rate."
Another official stood, addressing the room. "Mr. President, we’ve traced the origin of the epidemic to a specific town. Our findings suggest..." He hesitated, glancing nervously at his colleagues.
"Speak freely," the President urged.
The official nodded and continued, "The Union’s involvent seems likely. Feri Tayo’s actions, while extraordinary, align too closely with the tiline of the epidemic’s escalation."
The room erupted into murmurs. The President raised a hand, silencing them. "I want answers. Capture a vampire, conduct experints, and find a solution. This isn’t just our nation’s problem anymore—other countries are starting to feel the ripple effects. We need to act before it’s too late."
"Sir," one minister interjected cautiously, "if the dia learns about these experints, the backlash could be catastrophic."
The President’s expression hardened. "Do what needs to be done. Discretion is key, but failure is not an option."
As the eting adjourned, the President turned to his assistant. "Send all reports to the Lords. He need to be fully aware of the growing threat and must guide us on how to proceed."
The assistant bowed and left the room with hurried steps, taking the docunt with him to the Lord.
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The Chapter ends with tension thick in the air, as every thread of the story tightens—the public’s faith shifts, mysterious forces stir in the shadows, and the world’s leaders grapple with an escalating crisis.
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