684. The Demon Descends

".According to reports, the target of this attack was a hacker organization's base in Northern Europe. After investigating the scene, the police discovered that, according to the residential registry, more than thirty members of the organization should have been living there. However, they found only the remains of some members, along with traces of certain religious rituals. Due to the complexity of the scene, the police stated that further investigation was required. For now, no organization had claimed responsibility for the incident."

The news on the phone was playing the latest report, making the officer in charge, Essenwell, shake his head repeatedly.

"What is this supposed to mean? Can't our reporters even tell the truth anymore?"

Essenwell was wearing a mask. He put away his phone, lifted the cordon, and entered the abandoned factory.

"Look, if we tell the public that these people somehow ended up like this without us knowing why, we'll probably be out of work by tomorrow."

The other police officer beside him spoke as he put on a mask and gloves as well.

The two of them passed through a white tent and changed into white isolation suits to prevent contamination before finally entering the abandoned factory.

A powerful stench of blood hit them. Even a seasoned butcher who worked at a slaughterhouse every day would have found the overwhelming odor unbearable. Essenwell, a criminal investigator with sixteen years of field experience, had vomited into his isolation suit the first time he saw the scene and suffered intense dizziness. It had taken several hours before he felt even slightly better.

What appeared before Essenwell and his colleague was a hellish scene that even Dante's Divine Comedy could not have described.

The walls, tables, computers, and even the ceiling were spattered with coagulated flesh and blood. According