Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You Novel

---- Chapter 3094. Tobiah sighed heavily. "What else could happen? Arguments, deeper conflicts, and more fighting. The two of them, once the closest of friends, comrades who fought side by side in rebellion, eventually turned their blades on each other. "Fenrir demanded that Arcturus lead the Highland Tribe to join him in conquering and ruling the world, but Arcturus thought he was being foolish and refused. Fenrir hung around our tribe fora while but got nothing out of it. Eventually, he lost control and attacked Arcturus.

"But at that point, Fenrir was incredibly weak from the curse, and his body had mutated. He was neither man nor monster, so how could he possibly match our ancestor? Fenrir was being beaten down, and in his furious roars of refusal to accept defeat, the full moon rose that night, and he transformed. He became a 26-foot- tall progenitor werewolf and easily leveled our homes." He continued, "Arcturus couldn't bear to hurt him and kept trying to talk him down. But Fenrir had lost his mind, went completely feral, and started slaughtering our people. Arcturus had no choice.

He flew into a rage and struck Fenrir down, injuring him badly. "Under the endless moonlight, Fenrir, in werewolf form and on all fours, fled wounded. He'd been corrupted by the Vampire ---- Queen's blood and was already broken; with the added curse and his twisted nature, he could never return to his human form. He became a savage beast forever, killing indiscriminately. "And those he bit who didn't die gradually mutated into werewolves.

That's how the world got its second werewolf, then its third, and eventually, countless werewolves appeared." When old Tobiah stopped speaking, Othniel picked up the story." You can probably guess what happened next. The werewolves and the Highland Tribe began slaughtering each other. Fenrir, manipulated by Lilith, fought Arcturus in a final battle, and they both perished together. "The place where the two progenitors died is now where our Highland Tribe lives, or more precisely, it's our forbidden ground.

Arcturus was bitten by Fenrir, and the werewolf curse and poison sank deep into his genes, passed down through every generation." He added, "As a result, the Highland Tribe will never again see a true descendant of Arcturus' bloodline. Even if one appears, it gets strangled by the progenitor werewolf's corruption, and Knox is exactly that kind of case." Andrew's brow smoothed as he let out a long breath. "Chief, Mr. Femsby, after hearing all this, | understand the whole story now.

So does that mean if we clear out the corruption left by the werewolf progenitor, Knox would have a chance to perfectly ---- inherit and wield Arcturus' bloodline?" Tobiah shook his head. "Don't even think about it. Our tribe is tuthless in our methods, but we would never harm our friends, even if it cost us our lives. There's no helping Knox. The first werewolf progenitor has been dead for 1000 years, and clearing his corruption is impossible. "Countless members of our tribe have died trying; Knox's own brother was one of them.

We've entered the forbidden ground and tried everything imaginable, but nothing works. If | let you take that risk and something happened to you, how could | live with myself? How could | still allow Knox to call you his friend?" Andrew fell into thoughtful silence. The other members of the Highland Tribe all lowered their heads, their faces filled with grief. Othniel gave a bitter smile. "| know your martial arts are supreme and you're invincible in battle. But the corruption left by a dark progenitor is the most vicious thing in this world. Knox's fate is sealed.

The heavens want our Highland Tribe to gradually die out, and there's nothing we can do about it." Andrew shook his head slowly. "I think I'd like to give it a try."