Everyone nodded, their expressions grave.
The Supernatural General Administration had only just been established, and its foundations were weak. If anything really went wrong, they would have no way to control it.
"I also recommend detaining that boy long-term," the woman said gravely.
"Although this may be unfair to him, his current mindset and circumstances are far too dangerous."
"And if things really are as we suspect, there may indeed be a cult carrying out flesh sacrifices. If that's the case, that child could be in even greater danger once he leaves!"
There was no doubt about it.
If they were members of that organization performing sacrifices...
Upon hearing that someone had actually returned to this world after being sacrificed, they would stop at nothing to get their hands on that boy.
"It seems we have no other choice."
The white-haired elder at the head of the table stood, straightened his documents, and looked up.
"Let's end the meeting here. We'll go and..."
But before he could finish, the lights in the room suddenly flickered without warning.
The entire room plunged into silent darkness.
The elder frowned and looked up. "A power outage?"
But how was that possible? Their headquarters used an independent power supply, and dedicated personnel inspected every facility in the building daily.
"I'll go outside and check." A middle-aged man stood and started toward the door.
But the next instant, the woman's shaken voice rang out in the room.
"Don't move!"
The middle-aged man froze in surprise.
An eerie silence once again settled over the room.
In the darkness, no one noticed that the woman's face was growing paler and paler. Even her wrists slowly began to frost over.
She had sensed it...
She had sensed it...
Drip-
Something wet seemed to drip from the ceiling in