Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You Novel

---- Chapter 3409 A massive storm burst outward in an instant. Andrew grabbed Ezekiel by the throat and hurled him straight down from midair into the ancient castle below. The veins on Ezekiel's face bulged, his eyes nearly popped out, and thin streams of blood seeped from his nose and the corners of his eyes. He looked terrifying He tried to scream, but not a single sound came out because Andrew had crushed his throat in a death grip. Terror filled Ezekiel's eyes as he attempted to shift fully into his vampire form and push his power to its peak.

But then, his body slammed through the castle roof with a loud crash. He smashed through the floor and blasted a crater nearly 20 feet deep before everything finally stopped. It was not only Ezekiel who felt fear. Even the vampires and werewolves stationed on the castle walls began trembling. Philip and Elio were visibly shaken. Andrew's combat power now clearly led the pack. ---- Even Elio, one of the three leaders of the Divine Dragon Order, knew that although they were in the same realm, he would likely lose in an actual fight against Andrew. "Andrew...

You..." From the deep crater, Ezekiel roared with venom, trying to say something. Andrew raised his hand, and a streak of red Primordial Thunder struck straight down into the pit. All movement ceased instantly as Ezekiel's head was blown apart, and he was completely dead. Iridessa and her Estonian warriors stood frozen in shock. Vance had died in humiliation, and they had never possessed the strength to avenge him. Yet, now Andrew had killed Ezekiel as easily as swatting a fly. Iridessa clenched her fists and stared blankly at the figure standing atop the highest point of the castle.

Compared to the brother she once believed was the most remarkable man in her world, Andrew now completely won her respect. This was the kind of man who could shake her soul. Unfortunately, he did not want her. The thought made her heart ache again. Nyx, Jakob, Zavian, and other martial gods attacked with full ---- force. In no time, every remaining member of the Dark Clans inside the castle was wiped out. Without pausing, Andrew moved on alone, his black coat whipping in the wind as he began climbing the massive crimson mountain. Behind him followed the full top-tier force of Holtrien.

They kicked off the cliffside like spinning tops, launching themselves dozens of feet upward with each leap. Soon, they disappeared into the thick black fog surrounding the mountainside. Once they reached the summit, the ultimate war between the eastern and western continents would erupt. At the peak of the dark mountain stood an enormous red palace, ancient in design, twisted and sinister in shape. Two massive red dragon statues crouched at the entrance. On top of each dragon's head sat a giant brazier.

Suddenly, with two thunderous booms, the braziers ignited, and towering blood-red flames shot upward. They gave off no heat, yet burned an intense crimson, blazing like giant torches across the mountaintop. At nearly the same moment, inside Blood Sanctum at the far end of its central hall, a woman in a long crimson gown opened her eyes from atop a throne that stood over 300 feet tall. ---- As her eyes opened, the crowd below, tiny as ants from her height, stirred with unease "Your Majesty!" Voices echoed respectfully through the vast hall.

Among the three werewolf progenitors, Ragnar had been the first to awaken. Now, another dark progenitor has appeared. As for the last one, the strongest of the three werewolf progenitors had already been annihilated. He had refused the Vampire Queen's summons and even cursed her, claiming she had no right to command a noble werewolf progenitor like him. Thus, the Vampire Queen had personally acted. She ended his life and absorbed his power completely, strengthening herself even further.