Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You Novel

---- Chapter 3384 The Crimson Flame Lord let out a loud, mocking laugh. "You ignorant fools! Did you actually think that pedestal could hold unlimited names? The slots are finite. And since none of you want yours on there, I'll gladly take what you're leaving behind. "Once every last one of my Crimson Flame Cult members gets their name carved onto that stone, there won't be a single force left in this world that can stand above us!" A flicker of dry amusement crossed Andrew's eyes. Then, he unleashed Godslayer in a relentless chain of strikes.

The Crimson Flame Lord ground his teeth and met every blow with his bare hands. His raw combat ability was genuinely staggering, and with the boost he had absorbed from the vault, he had jumped to an entirely different level of power. Suddenly, Andrew pivoted sharply and brought his greatsword crashing down onto the pedestal a second time. The Crimson Flame Lord looked like he was about to snap. "You absolute lunatic! That is the single most important relic in existence, and you're just destroying it?

You deserve to die for this!" He lunged forward with everything he had, but before he could ---- reach Andrew, the pedestal gave out. It let out a sharp crack and shattered completely, collapsing into fragments across the floor At the same moment, every mountain of gold and silver in the room lost its luster all at once, dimming as though something vital and irreplaceable had been quietly drained out of the air itself, The Crimson Flame Lord was still mid-lunge, absolutely unhinged, ready to tear Andrew apart. Then, he dropped.

He hit the ground and rolled, and the scream that tore out of him was unlike anything anyone in that room had heard before "What's happening? W-Why is my power fading? Why is my strength just... gone?" Andrew pulled Shiloh back and put distance between them and the Crimson Flame Lord, motioning sharply for Nyx and Joe to do the same. The Crimson Flame Lord writhed on the floor, his screams growing more and more desperate.

Then, the skin on his face began to peel away in front of everyone's eyes, and the two Crimson Flame Cult Guardians standing nearby went completely still, frozen in place, too horrified to move. The Crimson Flame Lord convulsed and spat a mouthful of blood onto the stone floor. In an instant, he aged at least fifty years, withered and frail like a dying old man at the end of his ---- life. His face was a mask of pure terror as he wheezed out the words. "W-Why is this happening to me? Was this vault...

a trap?" With a low rumble, and a translucent figure rose up from the ruins of the shattered pedestal. It took the shape of an elderly man, his face twisted with bitterness and deep, festering resentment. His eyes locked onto Andrew with intense hatred and rasped, " Why didn't you make a wish? Why didn't you leave your name? Don't you want immortality? Don't you want power beyond measure? You destroyed me... You've destroyed everything | built Mad ravings poured from the phantom's mouth. Andrew stayed on guard at first, worried it might suddenly attack.

This thing, whether human or ghost, gave him a terrible feeling. But then, something completely unexpected happened. The figure drifted forward and stopped directly in front of Andrew, dropping to its knees. "My lord." The word hung in the air. "Whoever destroys this pedestal becomes my master, and that's ---- the law | am bound by. I'm a remnant spirit from ancient times, trapped here for 1000 years. | can grant you one final request, and then | can finally reincarnate.

So | beg you, state your request and set me free." Nyx quickly said, "Andrew, don't trust him." However, Andrew showed a calm, confident expression and spoke boldly. "Since | am your master, then listen carefully. The Greene family's Saintess is suffering from two conditions that have no cure. Heal her completely, and I'll set you free."