Season 3, Episode 7 : Supernatural Monster Hunter ( Afro ) “The Ghosts in the Core”

Neo-Eko’s skies bled silver lightning as the sigil in the sky cracked wider. Waves of static danced across buildings, and the city’s A.I. systems glitched, speaking in forgotten tongues. Something deep in the city’s digital core had awakened.

Afro returned to the surface with the hunter’s tooth. His heart beat with an unnatural rhythm, each thud echoing with ancestral memories. Zara met him near the rooftop turbine farms, her face pale. “Something’s wrong with the NetHub,” she said. “The spirits… they’ve gone viral.”

Zara’s eyes flickered. Her tech tattoos blinked in sync with the storm overhead. “The sigil’s spreading — infecting machines and ghosts alike.”

Bantu slammed his fist on the table. “We fight monsters, not programs!”

But Afro, staring at the storm cloud spiraling over the city’s central Core Spire, said calmly, “Tonight, we fight both.”

At the city’s edge, they hijacked skybikes and soared through lightning. Below, holograms glitched, screaming warnings. Afro led the charge — blades drawn, coat whipping behind him like a shadow’s wing.

The Core Spire was once the brain of Neo-Eko. Now, it pulsed red, infected by something older than time. Inside, spirits wept from broken screens. Machines howled with human voices.

A ghost emerged — Afro’s mother.

She shimmered in pale light, her form made of broken memories. “You were never meant to be just a hunter,” she whispered. “You’re the seal.”

Afro’s breath caught. The others stared in silence. But the ghost was already dissolving, screaming as a corrupted spirit beast burst forth from her form — a data wraith with fangs of fire and tendrils of code.

The battle was chaos. Afro ducked a swipe, rolled, and struck. His blade sparked off corrupted energy. Zara launched a plasma pulse, Bantu pounded his drum in rhythm, sending shockwaves through the air.

But it wasn’t enough.

The beast speared Bantu through the shoulder and slammed Zara into a wall. Afro, bloodied and breathless, stood alone.

He drew both blades. His veins glowed red. The hunter’s tooth burned hot in his pocket.

Then he roared — and time itself seemed to pause. Afro moved in a blur, slicing, dodging, tearing through the wraith’s defenses until with one final spin, he drove both blades into its heart.

It screamed and exploded in a storm of glowing embers.

Afro dropped to one knee, chest heaving.

Zara groaned, alive but hurt. Bantu grinned weakly. “You cut a ghost, bro…”

Afro didn’t smile. “That was my mother.”

Zara limped over. “Then you know… this isn’t just about monsters. It’s about blood. Memory. The city remembers.”

Afro stared at the sigil. “And I’ll make it forget.”

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To Be Continued ......!!!!!

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