Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You Novel

---- Chapter 3117 The dagger in Nyx's hand left behind a streak of blue light. She was already at a distance when the werewolf behind her, who had been standing upright and roaring, fell silent as his head dropped to the ground. Nyx moved like a blue phantom through the werewolf encampment. Wherever she passed, werewolves dropped instantly, their heads severed before they even realized what had happened. However, killing low-ranking werewolf soldiers meant little to Nyx. Her figure flickered as she reached the first defensive line of the werewolf camp.

Her dagger traced arcs of cold blue light, and the werewolves stationed behind that line died without ever knowing how. The Highland warriors crashed through like a storm, breaking the werewolf camp's first defensive line. Hershel fought at the very front. His battle axe flew from his hand, cleaving into a werewolf warrior's skull. Then, he swung both arms in wide arcs, sending two werewolves flying. He rushed forward, yanked his thrown axe back into his grip, and roared as he began a brutal slaughter. ---- Black blood sprayed everywhere, staining his body.

Yet, he pressed on without hesitation, fierce and unstoppable. Roars of rage and pain echoed throughout the camp. Before long, those roars turned into dying whimpers and desperate cries of fleeing werewolves. High above, Kaelan unleashed thunderous howls to stabilize his collapsing forces. High-ranking werewolves held absolute dominance over lower-ranking ones. However, just as the chaotic werewolf camp seemed to stabilize slightly, Othniel arrived riding crimson lightning.

He lunged from the air straight at Kaelan, and the two titans slammed into the center of the camp, rolling together as they began a savage fight. "Othniel, the Highland Tribe is asking for death!" Kaelan bellowed amid the rising flames. Othniel snarled back, "Kaelan, the ones who should die are you bunch of filth. Tonight, this ends between us." The assault of 5000 Highland warriors was like a hurricane. Everything in their path was swept away. The werewolves had already been worn down by continuous battles. They were helpless against the Cathedral's army and terrified of Arya.

Hence, their morale had long been wavering. ---- Being suddenly attacked by their mortal enemies, the Highland Tribe, was like adding insult to injury. The encampment that had covered the ground was torn to shreds instantly. Fires blazed everywhere, and werewolves fell by the seconds. The blazing sun overhead filled the werewolf soldiers with hatred and discomfort. Their vision was unmatched at night, able to pierce through darkness itself. But in daylight, their senses dulled, and the harsh sunlight burned their eyes. This weakness gave the Highland warriors an even greater advantage.

Soon, hundreds, then thousands of werewolves lay dead, bodies scattered across the ground as black blood pooled. At last, the werewolf camp collapsed completely. The survivors fled in all directions, howling in blind panic. Kaelan's eyes burned with fury. With his army destroyed, the werewolves could no longer mount any real resistance and were slaughtered easily. This army was everything to him, the full weight of his power as a Werewolf Prince. He had 20,000 werewolves, the result of 800 years of blood and ambition. Yet, they were all wiped out ina single ambush.

Driven mad, Kaelan revealed his true werewolf form and fought ---- Othniel with everything he had In the distance, Arya arrived swiftly with Lysander. "Highland Tribe warriors?" Lysander said, recognizing the long- lost people of the Wastelands at a glance