Chapter 125 - The Fragile Mask of Peace

A full week had crawled by since the terrifying incident on the island—an event so vicious it carved its mark into the very marrow of those who had lived through it. For many, it was no longer a memory but a scar etched into their souls. And yet, for the world at large, the nightmare had begun to blur. Newsfeeds no longer carried the frantic headlines. Television stations that once replayed shaky footage of flames, screams, and shadows of monsters now broadcast cooking shows, political debates, or hollow promises of peace. It was as if the island had been a collective hallucination, a fever dream that people forced themselves to abandon.