Re: In My Bloody Hit Novel-Chapter 685: GOT YOU

In another part of the world, far from the Holy City’s cold walls, the Demon Daughter drifted like smoke through the night, her form shifting and curling through the wind. Within her dark, swirling mass, she carried what remained of a man—Dona’s torso.

He was frail, his body barely more than a husk, but the embers of life still flickered within him. His limbs had long been severed, lost when Manu Madayaki had cut them away. And now, like a relic of war, he was being transported across lands where no human should have been able to pass.

Yet, there was no resistance.

No guards. No holy warriors blocking her path. The vast lands of the Holy City stretched endlessly behind her, and not a single force rose to stop her escape.

As if... the gods themselves had chosen to look the other way.

She moved with purpose, her gas-like form slithering across the skies and through unseen cracks in the world, until at last, she arrived at her destination:

The lands of the Zodiac Families.

More precisely, the territory of the Monkey Zodiac Family.

But though this land still bore its name, it no longer belonged to them.

In the heart of the city, soldiers stood in formation. Warriors of both the Monkey Zodiac Family and the Boar Zodiac Family filled the grand courtyard, their weapons gleaming under the light of a thousand energy torches. But there was no mistaking who was in control.

Only the Boar Zodiac Family’s banners flew high, their wild insignia whipping through the air like a beast roaring over a conquered land.

At the center of it all, seated upon a grand stone platform, was Barak.

The acting Regent of the Boar Zodiac Family.

The commander of its armies.

The conqueror of more than one Zodiac Family—including this one.

He sat like an unmoving statue, his presence exuding an undeniable dominance, his armor a mixture of heavy war-plate and the thick hide of a great beast he had slain himself. His boar-shaped helm rested at his side, revealing his sharp features, his golden eyes scanning the horizon with the patience of a predator that knew no fear.

Standing just behind him, like a silent shadow, was Lorath of the Silver Fang.

One of the Ten Fingers of Solitude.

A warrior whose name carried weight far beyond the Zodiac Lands.

Unlike Barak, whose presence was like a storm waiting to be unleashed, Lorath carried himself with quiet restraint. His right hand never strayed far from the hilt of his sword, always resting lightly on the grip as if expecting a battle at any moment. His silver hair fell over his shoulders, and his sharp eyes narrowed slightly at the sight of the Demon Daughter descending from the sky.

It was not doubt that filled his gaze.

He had never questioned whether she would succeed.

But that did not mean he had to like what he was witnessing.

He despised this alliance. A deal between the Boar Zodiac Family and the demons? It was an insult to the honor of warriors, a stain upon the legacy of the Zodiac Families.

But he said nothing.

Because more than anything else, he was loyal to Barak.

And Barak?

He did not care for honor.

He cared only for results.

The Demon Daughter drifted downward, her smoky form shifting as she reached the platform. She moved without hesitation, her body curling like a living shadow as she gently placed the broken man before Barak.

"I have fulfilled my mother’s side of the deal."

Her voice was like a whisper carried on the wind, eerie and hollow, yet filled with certainty.

Without another word, she turned, her form unraveling into tendrils of black mist as she shot toward the sky.

There was no need for farewells.

Even though the demons and the Zodiac Boar Family had an agreement...

They were not allies.

Only temporary instruments of each other’s ambition.

Barak made no move to stop the Demon Daughter as she vanished into the sky. He only gave a slight nod of acknowledgment, his golden eyes shifting back to the gift she had delivered.

Dona.

Or at least, what was left of him.

A broken man. A shattered existence.

Barak took a step forward, the weight of his armor making the ground beneath him tremble. His lips curled into a smile—not one of amusement, but of satisfaction—as he gazed down at Dona’s mangled form.

The man was a shadow of who he once was

Yet, in his ruined state, he still clung to life.

And that made him useful.

But then Barak heard it.

A whisper—weak, trembling. A voice barely clinging to the last shreds of existence.

"Let me die…"

Dona’s voice was hoarse, cracked, filled with an agony that no amount of physical pain could ever match.

"Please… just let me die…"

Never in his life had he known such regret.

Never had he hated himself more than in this moment.

But Barak only chuckled. "What a pitiful sight."

Then, as he studied Dona’s body, his amusement vanished.

Something was wrong.

A glow.

Faint at first, but unmistakable.

Barak narrowed his eyes. Golden light. It pulsed softly beneath the ruined flesh, growing stronger with each passing second.

Then, with his warrior’s instincts screaming at him, he saw them.

Runes.

Hundreds of them.

Hidden beneath the scars, etched into the very core of Dona’s being. And now, they were coming to life.

"Shit!"

The realization struck Barak like a war hammer to the chest.

His instincts kicked in. Reflexively, he whipped his cape up, shielding himself as he took a defensive stance—

But it was too late.

Dona exploded.

A cataclysmic eruption of golden energy tore through the land.

Lorath, standing at his master’s side, had noticed the glow at the same moment. His hand flew to his sword.

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Steel flashed.

In a single, fluid motion, he leaped in front of Barak, his blade unsheathing in a streak of silver light as he braced himself for the detonation.

But even his speed could not stop what came next.

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BOOM!

A blinding inferno of spiritual energy surged outward, swallowing everything in its wake.

The land shattered.

The sky cracked.

The very air screamed as the shockwave tore through the Boar Zodiac Army.

Ten thousand soldiers—erased in an instant.

The once-proud banners of the Boar Zodiac crumbled to dust.

The very ground itself was left in ruins, a deep, smoldering crater where an army once stood.

And far away… in the heart of the Holy City…

The Seer sat in her grand chamber, a delicate snack placed before her by a silent servant.

She took a slow, thoughtful bite.

Then, as the golden light of destruction illuminated the distant horizon, her lips curled into a cocky smile.

As if to say—

"Got you."