Re: In My Bloody Hit Novel - Chapter 686

Chapter 686: Asura’s Plan
As the smoke and lingering waves of spiritual energy dissipated, the battlefield revealed its aftermath.

Bodies.

Ash.

Destruction.

Yet, amid the devastation, one figure stood untouched.

Barak.

The acting Regent of the Boar Zodiac Family remained rooted in place, his towering frame unshaken, his golden eyes burning with a terrifying glow.

And before him—Lorath.

The Silver Fang.

The warrior who stood between Barak and death itself.

Lorath’s body was steady, but his hand trembled. Not from fear, but from the raw force he had just endured. His sword was still drawn, its gleaming edge now humming with residual energy.

It had happened in a flash.

The explosion.

An attack meant to erase them both.

Yet, in the very instant before the spiritual energy detonation, Lorath had moved.

With speed beyond human comprehension, his blade had cut through the air, cleaving the explosion in two.

A feat that should have been impossible.

And yet—he had done it. Such was the ability of a finger of Solitude.

The deadly blast had been split apart, its wrath redirected, sparing Barak and himself from complete obliteration.

But not without cost.

Lorath’s hand was burned. His flesh scorched. Even a warrior of his caliber could not escape unscathed.

Still, he did not speak. He did not grimace. He only sheathed his sword, his face as impassive as ever.

Barak exhaled slowly, his anger palpable.

His aura flared.

The ground beneath him groaned, as if the very earth itself was straining under the weight of his spiritual energy. Cracks formed in the stone at his feet, radiating outward in jagged veins of destruction.

He was furious. And as one whose Sin was that of Wrath, it was only natural that he became this angry.

Not just because of the trap.

But because someone had dared to aim for his life.

A direct attempt at his existence.

And while it had failed—a threat was a threat.

And this was something that needed to be addressed.

Lorath turned sharply to his master, his voice cold with restrained fury. “The Demon Mother has betrayed us.” His grip on his sword tightened. “I told you, we should never have dealt with her.”

Barak frowned. The thought was troubling, but he did not react immediately. Instead, he slowly took in a deep breath.

Then another.

And another.

With each exhale, the wild, destructive spiritual energy that had surged around him vanished.

Lorath was still burning with anger, still seething at the devastation of their army. But Barak… Barak had already calmed down.

This was what made him so terrifying.

He had long tamed his wrath. Refined it. Shaped it into something far more dangerous than blind rage. He never let emotion cloud his decisions.

Lorath clenched his jaw as he watched Barak press a hand under his chin, slipping into deep thought.

“The Demon Mother is not our ally,” Barak finally spoke, his voice even. “But she has no reason to attack us either.”

Lorath scoffed but listened.

“If it were so simple, we would have been at war long ago,” Barak continued. “And war is not something she can afford right now.”

But as he spoke, his mind drifted back to what he had seen.

The runes.

The golden runes that had ignited across Dona’s body before the explosion.

They had not been written in the Holy Church’s style.

No.

They had been written in the ancient script of the Fallen Elves.

Barak’s frown deepened. He did not want to believe it was possible.

Then—a sound.

A low, thrumming pulse.

Both Barak and Lorath turned.

And then—they saw it.

At the very center of the destruction…

A heart.

It was still beating.

And it was covered in cursed runes.

These were not the golden runes from before. These… these were something else entirely. Something Barak instantly recognized.

Manu.

Manu had done this.

Suddenly, it all made sense.

Manu had never cared about Dona’s survival.

Because Dona had never mattered.

His body had only ever been a vessel. A trap.

Barak’s gaze darkened.

If Dona’s heart did not stop beating, then the Yin and Yang Flower—the very one used to steal Nora’s power—would not be destroyed.

Even the Seer, for all her abilities, would not have been able to remove this seal.

Only one person could have undone it.

Manu himself.

Barak exhaled through his nose, then lifted a hand.

With a simple wave, the cursed, still-beating heart floated into the air before him.

He wrapped it in a cloth, sealing it within his grasp.

He would find a way to unravel this mystery.

After all—Nora’s stolen power was not something to be ignored.

It was a force capable of breaking the world order.

And Barak?

Barak was a man who understood the value of power.

Still, something was off.

The Seer.

She had to have had a hand in this.

Or maybe… it had been the Demon Mother after all.

Either way, it didn’t matter.

He would be sending them a few little gifts of his own.

A malicious glint flickered in his golden eyes.

….

Meanwhile, in the cathedral of the Holy Church, the Seer enjoyed laying on her side as she ate from a bowl of fruits.

Her fingers were ever slow and seductive in the process.

The gown she wore was loose and even now, it fell in such a way that some of her enticing flesh was exposed.

Whether male or female woukd have felt a pulling force to dominate this seductress of a woman.

But the person in front of her did not mind.

But what was most impressive was that this person also lay on a couch across the Seer and similarly enjoyed fruits.

The number of people that coukd do this before the Seer could be counted on one hand in the entire world.

Even more surprising was the fact that this person was a Genius of the younger generation of the Virtue families.

“See… i told you it wold work, didn’t I?” Asura spoke up…