Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You Novel

---- Chapter 2848 Christopher said, "Years ago, you invited me to seal that boy's energy core and planted this seed of trouble. But I've been watching all these years for how this consequence would manifest. Now, although the full karmic retribution hasn't completely surfaced yet, I'm taking precautions and preparing to personally settle this debt." Guillermo snorted. "Andrew has most likely already left Holtrien and entered the outer territories." Christopher shook his head. "To me, it makes no difference.

The world is vast, and | can go anywhere | please, can't 1?" Guillermo narrowed his eyes. "You've never made a move unless there was profit involved. You didn't leave the mountains just to deal with Andrew, did you?" Christopher smirked. "Of course not. | also came down for you." "For me?" Guillermo frowned. "What could | possibly have?" Christopher smiled faintly. "You're about to die. | calculated it." After that, he turned and walked away. Guillermo stood frozen, as if someone had dumped a bucket of icy water over him.

If anyone else had told him he was about to ---- die, he would have laughed and dismissed it, because countless people cursed him daily and wished him dead. He had played Holtrien like a giant chessboard for years, and everything had long seemed steady and unshakable, so how could he possibly die? Yet, Christopher was different. That old monster was someone Guillermo feared. And when Christopher said something, Guillermo had no choice but to believe it. "Looks like | need to speed things up," Guillermo muttered under his breath.

Three days later, Andrew had already crossed East Azure Gate and stepped into the lawless frontier beyond. It was almost impossible to describe the size or boundaries of the outer territories. Any region on the globe that was not governed by a country, that existed in sheer chaos, was considered part of it. This place was a melting pot of every kind of person and every kind of species. Years ago, the Western Dark Clans had been purged by Eastern martial artists, leaving countless dead and forming a blood feud that lasted for generations.

The Dark Clans no longer dared to set foot in Holtrien, while ---- Easter fighters rarely ventured into the West or other foreign territories. The reason was simple: outside of the iron fortress that was Holtrien, the world was filled with danger. The outer territories were not under the control of Western governments, yet the Dark Clans ran rampant, and chaos was constant. Whenever an Eastern fighter appeared, they were hunted, ambushed, tortured, or enslaved. In short, someone like Andrew, with unmistakably Eastern features, was walking into a perilous place.

Nonetheless, there were exceptions to that. For example, Andrew himself. He knew how dangerous this land was, yet the danger he carried with him was far worse than anything out here. The scorching sun poured molten heat from above as he crossed the endless desert with his body wrapped in white robes to block out as much heat as possible. A massive sword rested on his shoulder, and it was hard to tell how long he had been walking when the sun finally began to set. Ahead of him, the view finally shifted from endless dunes to something different. A desert city appeared on the horizon.

It was worn-down, yet ---- glowing with lights, crowded yet strangely layered and alive. Andrew stood on a sand dune and looked at it for a long moment before stepping forward again, heading toward the city. City of Hope. That was its name, poetic and ironic at the same time. Beneath the name, this city born out of chaos was engulfed in darkness and bloodshed. As the wind carried the familiar stench of disorder, Andrew pulled down the black cloth covering his face, revealing a genuine smile Aplace this chaotic felt like home to him again.

It felt as though he had returned to the life he once led within the organization.