Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You Novel

---- Chapter 2883 Andrew could not quite describe what he was feeling. Shock, elation, and a trace of disbelief all washed over him, Valerius' name carried tremendous weight. He was one of the few legendary pillars of the Lloyd royal family of Holtrien. The Lloyd royal family had experienced several periods of decline throughout history, nearly fading into obscurity among the great houses. Yet, at each critical juncture, exceptional figures would emerge to lead the Lloyd family back to its peak, and Valerius was the most famous among them.

According to the Lloyd family genealogy, Valerius fell in a great battle against the Western Dark Clans. Generally speaking, the Easter continent, represented by Holtrien, had engaged in several devastating wars with the Dark Clans of the West, each resulting in countless casualties. Valerius had been a participant, leader, and decision-maker in one such war, yet even someone so formidable never returned. For the Lloyd family, this had always been forbidden territory, a sealed chapter of the past that no one was allowed to mention.

Andrew never expected that by sheer chance, he would find his ancestor's remains deep within the Wraith Graveyard. At that moment, he completely pushed Rosemary, the scheming Ivory ---- Seraph, and the spirit outside, out of his mind. His full attention focused on the skeleton before him and the words buried beneath layers of dust. This skeleton must have belonged to a very tall man. Now it sat in a meditative posture. Yet, that invincible presence still lingered, even after hundreds of years. This was the pressure of a supreme martial figure.

Even in death, its authority lingered Andrew got on his knees and paid his respect. Only then did he brush the dust away with his hand, revealing the inscription beneath. [I, Valerius Lloyd, led 50,000 martial artists from the three Eastern nations: Holtrien, Eastonia, and Sorya, to battle the three Dark Ancestors at this location. | severed the head of Lilith Bathory, the Blood Queen, sending her into slumber in the City of Blood. [Fenrir Kessler, the Werewolf Ancestor, exhausted his strength and lost control, permanently transforming into a mindless beast that knows only slaughter.

Marcato Crestmoor, the Siren Emperor, was cunning and escaped the battlefield, which remains my greatest regret. ---- [However, this battle has consumed all my life force, and | am now utterly depleted. | warn the future generations of Holtrien: if you come to this place, you must remember my words well! [Here are my last words! The Lloyd royal family of Holtrien stands tall and proud, worthy of our nation and people. My only regret is that | cannot bring back the secret of the Lloyd royal family totem, my life's work! [I have sealed the secret of the totem within the formation here.

The key to opening it lies in the totem carried by a descendant of the Lloyd family. Anyone else who dares to touch it will be destroyed!] Andrew brushed aside more thick layers of dust to the side. Sure enough, beneath Valerius' final words lay a circular formation, and at its center was the Lloyd royal family totem, the same Blood-Eyed Black Dragon pattern. Andrew took a deep breath, unsurprised. Valerius must have been the Lloyd family Dragon Prince of his generation, just as Reginald had been the previous generation's Dragon Prince, and Andrew was the current one.

Without any hesitation, Andrew pulled open his shirt to reveal his Blood-Eyed Black Dragon mark. Without him even activating it, it gradually began to glow with a dark light. ---- Miraculously, the totem carved on the ground also lit up with the same glow, as if the two were resonating with each other. Andrew felt his entire body shake violently and nearly passed out. A deep imprint was forcibly engraved into his mind through a method he could not comprehend.