Re: In My Bloody Hit Novel - Chapter 356

Chapter 356: Hatred for mother
Chiron’s gaze lingered upon the Mirror Egg, a mystic artifact that seemed to hold the key to the enigma of his wounded soul. As he examined the intricate patterns etched into its surface, a realization dawned on him—the very object he held was the source of his soul’s affliction.

Barbara’s absence from the activation of the Mirror Egg suddenly made sense to Chiron. If she had engaged with the mystical artifact, it would mean willingly inflicting harm upon her own soul. The gravity of the revelation settled upon Chiron’s understanding, and a newfound clarity rippled through the web of mysteries that surrounded the Mirror Egg.

Chiron, having activated the Mirror Egg only once, had incurred a minor wound to his soul. The damage, though not severe, could be healed by expending a few Fate points.

Chiron, however, couldn’t shake the weight of concern as his thoughts turned to Mani. The silent companion, seemingly untouched by the knowledge of his own suffering, walked beside them.

At present, a soul injury might be dismissed as inconsequential, but Chiron foresaw the impending consequences. The gradual toll on the soul, left untreated, could escalate into a formidable threat over time. The gravity of the situation etched a pensive expression on Chiron’s face as he contemplated the implications of their journey.

A nasty grin curved on Chiron’s lips, an expression tinged with both mischief and a hint of irony. However, he chose to remain silent, withholding the revelation from Mani. After all, in this game of life and power, any one could become prey, and knowledge was a commodity unlike any other.

The path ahead, marked by uncertainty and hidden perils, demanded a strategic approach, and Chiron understood the delicate balance that now hung in the air.

As they continued on their way, Chiron trailed behind Barbara and Mani, the weight of newfound knowledge pressing upon him. The Mirror Egg, a harbinger of both power and peril, held the potential to reshape the destiny of those who dared to wield it.

The highlands, indifferent to the struggles of its temporary inhabitants, witnessed the trio’s progression, unaware of the complexities that unfolded beneath the surface.

Chiron, burdened by the secrets he held, navigated the terrain with his mind readjusting his plans as seen fit.

The highlands, bathed in the soft glow of the twin moons, offered a silent backdrop to the unfolding saga of souls and mysteries. The journey continued, with each step forward carrying the weight of unspoken truths and the uncharted territories of the soul.

After days of relentless journeying, the trio finally arrived at the heart of the highlands, a place steeped in mystical Aura energy.

The air shimmered with aurora lights, casting an ethereal glow upon the landscape. All eyes turned to the high mountain that stood at the center of the army, its peak seemingly reaching into the very fabric of the night sky.

Barbara, mounted upon her core beast, returned to the center of the highlands, her presence heralded by the brilliance of the aurora lights converging upon the central mountain.

The army camps sprawled around the area, and as Barbara approached, soldiers in various states of activity halted their tasks to salute her. With a deferential acknowledgment, they parted to make way for her, recognizing her authority and strength.

Mani and Chiron followed in Barbara’s wake, a silent and formidable duo flanking her like guardians of the highlands. The soldiers, observing the trio with a mix of admiration and envy, witnessed their passage with a combination of awe and respect. The highlands, a witness to the eons of history and struggle, seemed to acknowledge the return of its chosen defender.

As the soldiers saluted and gave way, Chiron couldn’t be bothered by the envy that lingered in their gazes. In his eyes, the soldiers were not comrades; they were potential sources of power. He regarded them with a hunger, envisioning a future where their strength would contribute to the rebellion’s might. The highlands, with its denizens and secrets, held the promise of untapped potential for those who dared to seize it and Chiron was fortunately daring enough.

The trio continued their procession through the army camps, the vibrant aura lights casting a surreal ambiance upon the scene. The soldiers, having witnessed Barbara’s return, resumed their duties with a renewed sense of purpose.

Eventually, they reached the main building at the center of the army, a structure that served as Barbara’s quarters. The soldiers stationed in the vicinity snapped to attention, acknowledging the return of their leader. Barbara dismounted her core beast, and with a regal air, she ascended the steps of the building. Mani and Chiron, ever vigilant, followed closely behind her.

Inside the main building, the atmosphere shifted from the dynamic energy of the exterior to a more contemplative ambiance. The quarters, adorned with artifacts and trophies from battles past, reflected the history and leadership of Barbara.

In an abrupt interruption to the atmosphere of the army’s center, a soldier rushed forward, bowing in salute before Barbara. “Commander, the priestess is here to see you!” he reported urgently. Barbara’s expression shifted to a frown at the unexpected news. “Here!?” she exclaimed, seeking clarification.

The priestess was never supposed to leave the mountain, and Barbara knew this. She gave a side glance at Mani, and smiled. She could guess the reason for this.

The soldier nodded in affirmation, prompting Barbara to follow him. Mani and Chiron trailed behind as they made their way to the designated meeting place.

A door swung open, revealing a room adorned with white-clad maids attending to their duties. Seated within was the priestess, draped in pristine white garments, her face concealed behind a nearly transparent veil. As Barbara, Mani, and Chiron entered, the priestess rose from her seat, her gaze fixated on Mani. “Son!” she uttered with a sense of recognition, her voice carrying a weight of familiarity.

Barbara, her curiosity piqued, observed the interaction between the priestess and Mani.

However, Mani did not do anything, pretending as if the Priestess did not even exist. All he did was stand behind barbara…