Three days later, at the meeting, Wu Heng presented all the evidence to the ten Demon Hunter Knights and the commanders of the seven war zones.
Hans's 3D map, the Internet Addiction system's data comparisons, the energy fluctuations of the Heavenly Barrier, and the distribution map of the six hundred thousand missing souls.
The meeting lasted four hours.
No one cheered, and no one raged. There was only silence—a silence heavier than any roar.
After the meeting ended, Wu Heng issued an order:
"All memory-guidance programs concerning the supernatural world are to be terminated immediately."
Those blurred memories, those erased details, those downplayed truths—all of them would be restored.
People would remember the blue points of light in the sky when the angels fell. They would remember the figures with charred wings massacring people above the cities. They would remember all those days and nights spent hiding in air-raid shelters.
They would also remember how the angels they had once regarded as their faith and protectors had treated humanity as ants, as fuel, as whetstones.
On the first day after the news spread, London.
Old John sat at his front door, clutching a cigarette holder that had long since gone cold.
The news broadcast on the radio had already been playing for an hour. He listened to it once, then listened again. The process of recovering his memories did not hurt; it merely left him dazed.
Those once-blurred images became clear again: the blue points of light in the sky, the collapsed houses on the ground, his neighbor's face pinned beneath a slab of stone, and the angel standing in the middle of the ruins, charred wings on its back, staring at him without expression.
Billy ran over from across the street, pale-faced. "Sir, you... you remembered too, didn't you?"