Chapter 902 (2/2)

“Electric shock? An electric shock could relieve frenzy?” White Flame muttered, incredulously. “I’ve never heard that striking someone with lightning could treat mental derangement.”

At this time, the injured demon hunter struggled to get up. Black smoke puffed out from his mouth when he said, “No… she struck me more than once…”

He then lay back down and twitched.

While Hasse and White Flame were engrossed in their thoughts of whether lightning could heal people from the Shades of Chaos possession, Hao Ren was thinking something else. Having learned a great deal about Vivian, he began to link the healing to the unique life of this bat demon. “I’m afraid it has nothing to do with the lightning. Maybe it was Vivian that expelled the Shade of Chaos,” he said.

Hasse had no idea what Hao Ren meant, but there was a weird reaction on Vivian’s face. “You mean… Hell no! How are those strange things have anything to do with me?” she asked.

Hao Ren remained silent while Lily rolled her eyes. “Because you’re the weirdest one in the house.”

“What are you guys talking about?” White Flame looked at Hao Ren, bewildered. “The power of Countess Vivian has suppressed the Shades of Chaos?” she said.

“Ahh, no, nothing, it’s just my wild guess,” Hao Ren said, giving a superficial response knowing that it was not easy to sort out the matter. “Vivian was one among the ancient gods who sealed the Shades of Chaos thousands of years ago. So I wonder if she still retains the influence over the shadows,” Hao Ren said.

Hasse looked at Vivian in surprise. “Is what he said true? Are you one of the persons who built the seal?”

Vivien nodded, embarrassingly. “Yeah, I guess, but I can’t remember that.”

Hao Ren then explained the origin of the seal to Hasse and then steered the conversation back to the Shades of Chaos. “How did the shadows appear? Any clue?”

White Flame’s brows pulled together as she recalled, “They just appeared suddenly. I didn’t know how. Wasn’t your assistant who alerted us about it?”

“If the Shades of Chaos also suddenly appeared in the hall one month ago, then it would be easy to explain what happened to the Ancattero family and the demon hunters,” said Hasse in a low voice. “They would have no time to react because as soon as one person began to lose his mind, the situation would immediately get out of hand.”

Everyone knew how they would end up if not for the heads-up from the MDT. With so many people gathered in a confined space, even the most experienced demon hunters would fall in the hands of the Shades of Chaos. The mind-attack that drove people into insanity posed the biggest threat, and it worked the best in a crowded space. So it was not difficult to imagine how the Shades of Chaos was able to cause a catastrophic chain reaction when Amatura and his fellow demon hunters were meeting with the Ancattero family in the hall. “Did anyone do, move, see or felt anything unusual at that time?” Y’zaks’ low-pitched voice sounded calm and reassuring. “We want to find out if there is anything that has disturbed the shadows.”

Everyone began to rummage in their memory. The MDT had a visual record of what happened at that time—much more detailed than anyone could describe verbally.

Each of them had told what they did, see or felt right before the shadows emerged, but there was nothing particularly suspicious. It seemed that the Shades of Chaos just appeared out of nowhere for no reason.

While they were scratching their head, White Flame suddenly spoke, “I don’t know if this is relevant, but those shadows began to appear when I let down my guard.”

Hasse looked at his disciple. “Is that your guts feeling?”

“Well, at least I think it matters,” White Flame said, nodding her head slightly as she explained what was in her mind. “When I completely let down my guard against Hesperides, the shadows appeared.”

White Flame’s words reminded the other demon hunters, and they began to recall the incongruence at that time. Even Hasse and Hesperides had their moments when they let down their guard. “There was a moment when I have forgotten that Hasse is my enemy,” Hesperides said, very honestly.