Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You Novel

---- Chapter 3107 Andrew's great sword, wreathed in holy light, slashed out repeatedly. However, the strikes landing on the giant wolf had no effect. Or rather, the effect was negligible, only burning the giant wolf's fur, causing no real harm. Despite his massive size, his speed and agility remained undiminished. As Ragnar charged, Andrew slid low across the ground, passing beneath his belly. He thought he had escaped, but the massive tail suddenly whipped around. Andrew could not hold on any longer and spat out a mouthful of blood as he was sent flying.

As the giant, savage wolf walked toward him step by step, deep footprints sank into the ground. Andrew lay face down on the ground, motionless. Unseen by anyone, a blood-red lightning bolt sparked from the palm gripping his sword. At first, it was just a tiny electric spark. But gradually, the spark grew to the size of a hand with a crackling sound. It was Primordial Thunder. ---- The giant wolf, slowly walking forward to devour Andrew, suddenly stopped. For reasons it could not explain, a sense of danger surged in its heart.

Yet across a thousand years of life, slaughter had been carved into its instincts, and fear had appeared only a handful of times. As Ragnar shook his head, the faint unease was buried once more. He opened his massive jaws, leapt into the air, and came crashing down, ready to erase Andrew completely. Before Andrew even stood up, blood-red lightning surged from Godslayer. Then, a towering crimson beam of light shot skyward, striking directly into the descending giant wolf's body. The strike landed squarely on the beast's abdomen Ragnar, a Werewolf Progenitor, was effectively immortal.

However, being immortal did not mean having no weaknesses. The abdomen of his true wolf form was one of the softer points. Primordial Lightning could even kill Fenrir, the First Werewolf Progenitor. So, how could Ragnar withstand it? A piercing, agonized howl burst from Ragnar's jaws. Andrew's body slid across the ground for hundreds of feet before shooting into the air, his face ice cold with a trace of ruthlessness. ---- Once again, his sword tip was wreathed in crimson thunder as it violently struck down.

Ragnar was struck by the Primordial Thunder again, his entire body stiffening as he crashed to the ground. "Arcturus' Primordial Thunder... and it's from the source." Ragnar's voice carried a hint of panic and deep, venomous hatred. His massive wolf body leaped several hundred feet away before he spoke harshly to Andrew. "Who exactly are you? What did the Highland Tribe do? Why would they let you possess Primordial Thunder?" As the words fell, Ragnar lowered his head and vomited massive amounts of blood, mixed with what looked like organs. Andrew said nothing and raised his sword to attack.

Crimson Primordial Thunder descended from the sky, and threads of red electricity spread across the heavens. It looked as if blood had flooded the air, and a crimson sea was falling from above. In truth, Ragnar was not seriously injured. For a Werewolf Progenitor, any wound could regenerate instantly, even something as severe as losing limbs. ---- Yet, Ragnar felt an instinctive terror toward the Primordial Lightning. This fear was unavoidable and deeply etched into his bloodline because the First Werewolf Progenitor had died from Arcturus' Primordial Thunder.

That mark of death would be passed down forever. Low-level werewolf soldiers felt almost nothing. However, the higher the rank, from lords to princes and all the way to progenitors, the clearer that fear became as their power grew. So amid furious howls, Ragnar clashed once more with the descending red lightning. After unleashing a scream filled with absolute agony, the giant wolf turned and fled. Even as he ran, red lightning continued to crackle across his body. "Human, | will have my revenge, endless revenge. You will die beneath my fangs!" The curse echoed from far away.

Ragnar threw his head back and roared toward the sky once more. In the fortress, Edmund and the remaining werewolves felt ---- Ragnar's call. Though they did not understand why, they all tured at once, leaping from the walls and retreating in force The moment Ragnar fully unleashed his progenitor aura, it became an absolute command to all werewolves.