Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 1957

Inside the cathedral, over 100 monks stared in shock. In the next instant, each grabbed a long staff and swarmed toward the back mountain like they were preparing for war.

However, Andrew ignored them, holding Victoria tightly in his arms. "Victoria, you…"

His eyes burned red in an instant.

Victoria lay back in his embrace, blood still spilling from the corner of her lips. A crimson frost-like mist rose from her mouth as the light in her eyes slowly dimmed.

"Foolish boy, I promised to help you take Gabo Creek, so of course I gave it everything I had. Don't be sad, I'm not going to die. Tell me, did I even fool you just now?"

She continued, "If I couldn't fool you, then I could never fool Franklin, that hypocrite. I've known what kind of man he is for years. If I didn't feign weakness, he never would have walked right into the trap."

Struggling to finish these words, Victoria let out a pained moan and curled up tightly in Andrew's arms.

Andrew was greatly alarmed and quickly sealed her pressure points to stop the bleeding. At the same time, he checked her pulse to examine her injuries. Without doubt, she had reached the end of her strength. She had been injured before this battle even began.

After returning from Goldridge, she did not have time to recover. Now, after repeatedly outmaneuvering Matthias in this battle of wits and strength, she had pushed her body to its absolute limit.

Her intention was clear: she would rather sacrifice half her life to help Andrew kill Matthias.

Andrew did not dare let go of Victoria or leave her side for even a moment. Although her pressure points were mostly sealed and the bleeding had stopped, cold energy was still continuously flowing from her body. Her flesh was becoming increasingly stiff and cold.

If this continued, she would surely die.

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