Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You Novel

---- Chapter 3105 Edmund roared and beat his chest. "Othniel, your tribe has long been worthless! For 1000 years, you've been hiding and cowering, barely surviving. Compared to us werewolves, you're nothing but a third-rate race! No matter how stubbornly you resist, you can't avoid being wiped out. "The werewolves will tear apart your women, children, and rip off the heads of your men! Progenitor Ragnar is taking action himself. Soon, you'll experience what true despair really means!" The mention of Ragnar made Othniel's face turn deathly pale with fear.

Edmund seized the opportunity and clawed three deep gashes across his chest. With a roaring howl, Edmund pounced on Othniel and pinned him against the wall Drool dripped from the massive wolf's maw as it lunged to bite off Othniel's head With countless Highland Tribe warriors lying dead around him, and knowing Ragnar had arrived, despair surged in Othniel's heart. He could not help but feel like the heavens themselves had turned against the Highland Tribe. Even Ragnar, the Third ---- Progenitor of the Werewolves, had taken the field. What chance did they even have left to hold the line?

Suddenly, a streak of blue light carved a graceful arc through the air. Edmund howled in pain as his massive body jerked upright, and a huge gash tore open across the back of his neck. He spun toward the attacker and unleashed a furious roar. If he had not pulled back at the last instant, his head would have been sliced clean off. Nyx hovered in midair before Edmund, her expression blank. Then, she shot forward at explosive speed, her figure vanishing into thin air. Edmund wanted to take advantage of the moment to finish off his old rival, Othniel.

However, the threat Nyx posed was simply too intense. Roaring furiously, he gave chase after Nyx instead: Edmund's rampage had destroyed the wall. "Mr. Fernsby, if you lose your fighting spirit because of this and give in to despair, then everything Andrew has done will be for nothing." ---- Nyx's voice echoed into Othniel's ears from all directions, cold and emotionless. She continued, "You're a member of the Highland Tribe. If even you give up and don't believe in yourself or in all your Highland Tribe people, then what was the point of Andrew fighting for the Highland Tribe?

What meaning would any of it have?" The anguish on Othniel's face froze, and then his dull eyes slowly brightened. He glanced down at Andrew, who had descended into the battle below and was locked in a death struggle with Ragnar. Othniel nodded heavily and said through gritted teeth, "Thank you, Ms. Kerrigan, for that reminder. Just now, I'd let fear control me... Our tribe has endured 1000 years of hardship. It's nothing compared to this moment. Death means nothing to me. I'd rather be dead than let down my family or Mr. Lloyd." Nyx snorted coldly.

"The ones you're letting down are yourself, your people, and Hershel, who's fighting to the death on this wall right now!" Shame washed over Othniel as he clenched his fists. "Edmund, you heartless beast, I'm going to cut off your head!" With a roar, crimson lightning surged around his body as he lunged forward. ---- Edmund's massive werewolf body turned. Yet, before he could strike back, Othniel grabbed him. They grappled violently, falling from the fortress, their furious roars echoing as they plummeted. Nyx reappeared and asked Knox, "How are you holding up?

Can you keep going?" Knox was drenched in sweat, his body ripped open by several wounds. Even so, he still replied stubbornly, "Relax. |'m fine." He charged back into the fray, blocking the gap where werewolves kept climbing up. Nyx's eyes filled with concern. She wanted to help Andrew, but she could not intervene in his battle with Ragnar because she might end up hindering Andrew. So instead, she shot off to assist Hershel. Wherever her blue- glowing dagger passed, werewolves were sliced in half and tumbled down the fortress.