Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You Novel

---- Chapter 3098 Blood mixed with scorching heat as it sprayed outward, brutal yet awe-inspiring. Fenrir let out an earth-shaking howl of agony. At his chest, Arcturus' fist had already driven straight through, dealing catastrophic damage to his heart. At the brink of death, Fenrir spread his arms and suddenly pulled Arcturus into a crushing embrace. Then, he lowered his head, and his savage fangs sank deep into Arcturus' neck. The golden light in Arcturus' eyes, once blazing, froze in an instant. After that, it slowly dimmed until all divine radiance vanished completely.

At the same time, Fenrir's arms loosened bit by bit. In the end, both figures collapsed in a twisted posture, their lives extinguished together. What remained were countless corpses and a shattered, ruined battlefield. This land had once held the Highland Tribe's beloved mountains, fields, and quiet valleys. It had also been home to the werewolves' dark, ancient castles, all of which were destroyed by the flames of war. Andrew did not dare lose focus and continued watching. He saw ---- the sun and moon cycle, the land shift, and mountains and rivers rise and fall without pause.

It was as if time itself had been fast-forwarded before his eyes. After an unknown span of ages and endless changes, mountains rose while plains collapsed. Gradually, the land became the Highland Tribe canyon Andrew had first seen, along with the wetlands nestled within it. The figures Arcturus and the Fenrir, locked in mutual destruction, still stood tall and unmoving. Only now did they slowly turn into statues, their surfaces fading and weathered by wind and time. Everything before Andrew's eyes dimmed and drained of color. Andrew shook his head and pulled himself back to awareness.

He realized he had returned to reality, where Nyx and the others were watching him with tense expressions. When they saw him awaken, they rushed forward at once. Tobiah trembled as he asked, "How was it? Were you able to hold on?" A smile slowly appeared on Andrew's face as he replied, " Fortunately, | didn't fail, and | didn't lose myself in the illusion. Chief, | saw your ancestor, Arcturus, and | also saw the first werewolf progenitor, Fenrir." ---- "Wonderful!" Tobiah said excitedly, his eyes filling with shock, joy, and hope.

In the past, any Highland Tribe member, including himself and Othniel, who dared touch the statues would fall into the illusion. Over time, they could not break free and would remain trapped until death claimed them. A few lucky ones could be awakened by desperate shouting from their clansmen, though they would wake drenched in cold sweat. The rest could not be revived, no matter what was done, slowly wasting away until both body and spirit were destroyed.

Othniel asked with both hope and fear, "Then, c-can you remove the curse and poison that Fenrir's bloodline inflicted on our people?" Andrew nodded, then shook his head. "Mr. Fernsby, | don't know if it will work. But | saw the ancient war between your two clans. | have some ideas | want to try out, but whether they'll work or not, | can't say for certain right now." Othniel replied, "Of course... At the very least, you've given us hope." Andrew took a deep breath, turned back to face the statues, and said, "Then I'll begin." Knox and Tobiah held their breath.

---- Othniel and Hershel's eyes were filled with anticipation, while Nyx and Juno also held their breath, not daring to make a sound.