Re: In My Bloody Hit Novel - Chapter 661

Chapter 661: Lorath Of the Silver Fang Vs Thalus During Lunch
The airship of the Boar Zodiac family cut through the ash-laden skies like a blade, its surface gleaming in the pale light of the sun.

It was a masterpiece of engineering, adorned with the intricate sigil of the Boar Zodiac—a charging boar with tusks of gold—and lined with spiked battlements that gave it an aura of menace. As it neared the borderlands between the Holy Church and the Zodiac families, the harsh winds carried the stench of death from the battlefield below.

Beneath the airship, the land was a wasteland. Broken weapons, shattered banners, and corpses of soldiers from both sides littered the ground.

Smoke rose from scattered fires, mingling with the low cries of wounded men who hadn’t yet succumbed to their injuries. This was no place for pleasantries, yet preparations were underway for an audacious display of civility—a lunch table being set in the heart of this carnage.

Servants and soldiers of the Zodiac family hurriedly moved across the battlefield, clearing the chosen area of the dead. Their faces were grim as they dragged corpses away, leaving behind smears of blood on the scorched earth. Afterall an important lunch between two controlling powers of the world was about to take place, and its chosen venue was right in the center of the armies.

Flowers—delicately cultivated despite the horrors of war—were placed in decorative arrangements, forming an unnatural contrast against the desolate backdrop.

Fine table linens, gleaming silverware, and goblets of crystal were laid out with precision, creating a surreal oasis of elegance amidst the chaos.

On either side of the table, very far off apart, two armies faced each other like coiled predators. The soldiers of the Zodiac family stood tall and fierce, their banners of the Boar symbol flapping in the wind. Their armor was dark and menacing, marked with the boar’s sigil, and their eyes burned with readiness for battle.

Across from them, the armies of the Holy Church stood equally resolute, their white and gold banners raised high, adorned with the blazing sun of their faith. Their soldiers clutched their weapons tightly, glancing nervously at the looming airship and the man who would soon emerge from it.

Barak, Grand Commander of the Boar Zodiac, was the first to arrive. The moment his towering figure stepped off the airship, an oppressive weight seemed to fall over the battlefield.

His crimson robes swayed lightly as he descended, his boar sigil shimmering in the grim light. The Holy Church soldiers stiffened at his presence, and a ripple of unease passed through their ranks. Barak was no ordinary leader—he was the most powerful head of the Zodiac families, a man whose very name inspired fear.

And as he arrived, the soldiers of the zodiac families had their morale boosted up.

Behind him walked a man of stark contrast—a slim figure with sharp, angular features and an air of quiet menace. His name was Lorath of the Silver Fang, one of the Ten Fingers of Solitude. His title, *The Severing Whisper*, was earned in the legendary Battle of the Ten Fingers of Solitude, where he had unleashed a single stroke of his almost pencil-thin blade and felled hundreds of thousands of enemy soldiers in one sweep.

His blade, the *Void Crescent*, was said to cut not just through flesh but through the very essence of life, leaving nothing behind. Lorath’s expression was stern, his eyes scanning the opposing army with an unnerving calm, his hand resting lightly on the hilt of his sword.

As Barak took his seat, the Holy Church soldiers shifted uneasily, whispering prayers under their breath. The tension in the air was palpable, a heavy silence that even the wind seemed unwilling to disturb.

Moments later, the shimmering chariot of the Seer descended from the heavens, its golden light piercing through the haze like divine judgment. The chariot, an ethereal construct that seemed to glide rather than fly, was drawn by core beasts radiating a golden glow, their luminous forms exuding an aura of sacred power. Each step they took across the air left trails of shimmering light that faded like a memory.

When the chariot came to a halt, the Seer emerged, her every movement a study in grace. She wore a flowing gown of pristine white, adorned with golden embroidery that reflected the light like a thousand tiny suns. A veil of gossamer covered her face, hinting at her beauty without fully revealing it, and a circlet of radiant gold rested on her brow. Her presence commanded reverence, and even the Zodiac soldiers felt a fleeting urge to bow.

Behind her stood Thalus, her ever-loyal but arrogant follower, similarly one of the ten fingers of solitude. For events such as these that needed more refinement and grace, the uncrowned clown was not the chosen pick.

Thalus meticulously adjusting his thin glasses on the bridge of his nose. His robes were simple compared to hers, but his demeanor was sharp and focused. His eyes darted between the two armies, calculating and analyzing every detail.

The Seer walked with deliberate poise to the table, her steps silent yet commanding, and took her seat opposite Barak. The battlefield seemed to hold its breath as their eyes met. Behind them, their attendants and guards stood rigid, the weight of centuries-old rivalries and fresh bloodshed hanging over the scene.

Barak leaned back slightly, stroking his beard, his smile thin but confident. The Seer’s veil fluttered in the breeze, and though her face was obscured, her presence exuded an authority that matched his.

Between them, the pristine table stood as an island of civility in a sea of death. But the tension in the air, thick and suffocating, betrayed the fragile nature of this moment.

Barak motioned for her to seat as he stood up, a real gentleman, even giving a slight bow as he did. She nodded gracefully at him, and then took the seat.

The table was made clean, and soon enough, servants from the Boar family rushed over with incredible dishes. most of whom were sea dishes.

However, Thalus suddenly spoke up, “forgive us… But the Seer would prefer to eat Pork!”