Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You Novel

---- Chapter 3152 That night, the Outlands was hit by a torrential downpour. It was as if the heavens wanted to wash away the scars of endless wars. The rain would rinse the blood from the ground and let the land breathe again. The warriors of the Highland Tribe stepped out into the streets of Throne City. They loved nature, and they loved rain, sunlight, and open fields. The joy of victory made Tobiah especially happy. He called Knox, Juno, Othniel, Hershel, and Petra to his place. Strictly speaking, it was not a home but the sacred hall newly built by the Highland Tribe in Throne City.

From now on, this place would serve as the residence of the Great Chief and the council hall of the Highland Tribe. It was easy to predict that it would soon belong to Knox because he would become the new chieftain of the Highland Tribe. Franz had to take charge of the night patrol and could not relax for even a moment. So, he only stopped by briefly, chatted a little, drank a bit of wine, and then left with his men to arrange the night watch. ---- He and Petra would take turns as the main defenders of Throne City.

As the commander-in-chief, Andrew had already given too much and worried too much during this time. Besides, those exhausting tasks should not fall on the commander-in-chief alone. So without any objections, Andrew was finally able to sleep peacefully. Nyx had changed into a casual silk nightgown. The hem fell just above her knees, and beneath it, the delicate curve of her legs glimpsed in and out of view. When Andrew entered, her long golden hair was still damp and draped over her shoulders.

She looked up and smiled gently, saying, "Honey, you are back." Andrew walked over and lifted her pointed chin. Nyx''s large, blue eyes were breathtakingly beautiful, and it was as if they could mirror the soul. Her face was flawless and stunning beyond words. Andrew leaned in to kiss her, but Nyx dodged with a playful laugh, her movement fluid and graceful. Andrew's gaze trailed her tall figure, wrapped in the smooth silk ---- of her robe. Her cleavage teased through the silk, a glimpse of smooth skin and shadows deep enough to lose yourself in.

His throat tightened as a heat rose swiftly within him. They knew each other's bodies intimately and had traced every response through countless nights together. So, Nyx noticed the subtle change in him immediately. Her face flushed bright red in an instant. She bit her lip softly and breathed, "Honey... what are you thinking?" With a low growl, Andrew closed the distance. "You." A light gasp escaped her as he lifted the hem of her robe. Her legs wrapped around him, head tilting back with a sharp intake of breath. In one motion, she was full of him.

Outside, the rain poured harder, drumming against the world. Inside, candle flames wavered, seeming ready to go out at any moment. On the wide bed, bodies moved as one, Nyx's soft moans threading the air. "Honey... | love you," she murmured Iridessa lay flat on the rooftop. Dressed in black, she. blended ---- into the eaves like a slip of shadow. The roaring storm swallowed any sound she might make, a perfect disguise. Yet even through the downpour, she could hear what rose from the room below: whispers, cries, the rhythmic impact of skin on skin.

Her body tensed with a strange, creeping warmth. Iridessa was no innocent girl; she knew exactly what was happening in that room Her face burned. She never expected that the icy beauty, Nyx, could sound like that; so raw, so unraveled. Even as a woman, the sounds stirred something restless in her own skin.