Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Chapter 0.3 - Prologue

Amidst the ruins of an abandoned town, where alleys were lined with shadows and memories of the past lingered stories of both despair and hope were whispered by unseen voices.

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The heavy rain poured onto the ground, filling the world with sadness. There, a man could be seen walking toward the forgotten town.

Trailing behind the lone individual, a group of determined hunters emerged from the veil of rain, their attire exuding a sense of formality that contrasted sharply with the decaying surroundings.

"Is this the place?" he inquired, his voice carrying a weight of authority and determination. The answer came from one of the team members who held a device that detected the malevolent energy surrounding them.

"Yes, Captain. This is the very spot where the surge of demonic energy has been detected," the subordinate confirmed, eyes fixed on the readings displayed on the device.

"Then, get ready for the confrontation. I smell blood here." the captain declared, his voice resonating with seriousness. The team responded swiftly, each member assuming their respective roles with practiced precision.

One of them had an axe in his hands, the other one had a sword, then a bow. A silent understanding passed between the hunters, forged through shared purpose and unwavering camaraderie, as they had been on this path together for a long time.

/TAP/ /TAP/ /TAP/

As the relentless rain continued its mournful descent, the hunters advanced further into the heart of the desolate town, their steps resolute and their spirits unyielding.

However, nothing aside from the destruction awaited the hunters as they delved more and more into town.

The traces of extinguished fire, the traces of destroyed homes….

The dead bodies were scattered around the streets.

The scent of blood was surrounding the environment.

"What is this?" the archer questioned, his voice heavy with disbelief and sorrow. The scene unfolding before them was unlike anything they had encountered before. The sheer brutality and depravity were difficult to comprehend.

"Insanity," lamented another hunter, their voice filled with agreement and a sense of helplessness. The weight of the situation settled heavily upon them all.

The leader, unyielding in their resolve, responded, "This is the true face of demons. Now do you understand why they are so despised, Tom?" The rest of the team nodded, their expressions etched with a mix of anger and determination.

"Yes, Captain. It's becoming painfully clear," replied the swordsman, his voice laced with a somber understanding. He cautiously approached one of the lifeless corpses, observing the gruesome aftermath. "Their insides have been devoured, their blood drained. These creatures are no longer deserving of the name 'human'."

However, the archer's discerning gaze detected something amiss. "This isn't normal. I've encountered the handiwork of demons before, but this level of bloodlust is unusual," they remarked, gesturing towards a near-skeletal figure stained with dried blood.

"In any case, this is not our primary task," the captain interjected his tone grave and focused. "We're here to search for clues and gather evidence." With a resolute nod, he signaled for the team to begin their investigation.