Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 478

Chapter 478 107.1 - Aftermath

"So….This is why he is doing this…..It is indeed understandable…It feels refreshing…."

Just as Irina pressed her hand down further, relishing the twisted satisfaction of her retribution, she sensed a rush of footsteps and the frantic murmurs of people approaching. The air was thick with urgency and fear as guards and other attendees finally realized the situation on the balcony.

"Irina! Stop this!" a voice shouted, panic laced in the tone. Several figures appeared at the entrance to the balcony, their eyes wide with horror as they took in the scene.

But before any of them could reach her, Irina straightened up, removing her hand from Jeremy's face with a calm, deliberate motion. "I can do it myself," she said coldly, her voice cutting through the air like a knife. "No one touches me."

The flames around Jeremy flickered out, leaving behind a charred, disfigured mass where his face had been. He slumped to the ground, sobbing and whimpering, his once-proud demeanor shattered beyond recognition.

Irina turned slowly, her amber eyes locking onto the approaching guards. They hesitated, their steps faltering as they took in the terrifying sight before them.

The fear in their eyes was unmistakable—this was not the haughty, untouchable Irina Emberheart they had known. This was something far more dangerous, something far more ruthless.

Her gaze swept across the gathered crowd, her expression devoid of emotion. The fear she saw reflected in their eyes was real, palpable. They weren't just afraid of what she had done; they were afraid of her.

Irina could feel the weight of their stares, the collective realization that she was not to be trifled with. She had crossed a line, one that few had dared to even approach, and the repercussions of her actions were now etched into the minds of everyone present.

"Make sure he lives," she said coldly to the guards, her tone leaving no room for argument. "I want him to remember this night every time he looks in a mirror."

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Jeremy lay on the cold floor of the balcony, his body convulsing in pain as the searing burn on his face sent shockwaves through his entire being.

The world around him blurred, his vision fading in and out as he struggled to comprehend what had just happened. The agony was overwhelming, consuming every thought, every breath. His skin felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending screaming in torment. The once-proud heir to the Hawkins family was now reduced to a trembling, broken figure, his mind barely able to process the horror of his own disfigurement.

'What… what is happening to me?' Jeremy's thoughts were frantic, disjointed. 'This… this can't be real… it can't be…'

The sounds of hurried footsteps and gasps of shock surrounded him, but they were distant, muted by the intense pain that dominated his senses. He could hear voices, angry and panicked, but they were nothing more than a dull roar in his ears.

'Why… why is this happening?' Jeremy's mind raced, trying to grasp anything that made sense. 'I'm the heir… I'm supposed to be in control… This… this shouldn't…' freeweɓnovel.cѳm

As the other guests of the banquet rushed onto the balcony, they recoiled in horror at the sight before them.

The proud and haughty Jeremy Hawkins, the heir to one of the most powerful families, was lying on the ground, his face a charred and twisted mass.

The once-handsome features that had drawn admiration and envy were now unrecognizable, a grotesque reminder of the wrath he had provoked.

"Do you know what you've done?!" One of the guests, a tall man with a stern expression, shouted at Irina, his voice laced with disbelief and fury. "How could you do this to the heir of the Hawkins family? Do you think we'll stand idly by while our friend is assaulted like this?"

Several others nodded in agreement, their faces twisted in anger and fear. Jeremy's friends, who had mocked him earlier, were now pale and trembling, unsure of what to do in the face of such raw power. They had never seen Irina like this, and the fear that gripped them was palpable.

'I… I need help… I can't…' Jeremy's thoughts were a jumble of pain and desperation. He sought for this pain to end.

He wanted it to end.

But, as he waited, things did not happen as he wished.

'Why… why isn't anyone doing anything?'

Irina stood calmly amidst the chaos, her expression untouched by the panic around her. A smirk curled at the corners of her lips as she surveyed the crowd, her amber eyes burning with a fierce, unyielding light.

"What can you do?" she asked, her voice dripping with contempt. "I'm standing right here. If you want to do something, then by all means, try."

The challenge hung in the air like a gauntlet thrown down, daring anyone to take it up. The crowd hesitated, their anger faltering as they felt the weight of her gaze. No one moved; no one dared to.