Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 1975

A roar burst forth, like a dragon screaming through the air, as Andrew's palm strike shattered the protective energy around Walter.

The force did not slow for even a second before it slammed square into Walter's chest. He threw his head back and spat a thick mouthful of blood, mixed with fragments of his own organs.

A few more loud crashes echoed, and Walter's cloaked figure smashed through seven pillars along the pondside walkway before finally coming to a stop.

Another gush of blood spilled from his mouth, and he could no longer resist. His meridians were shredded, bones broken, and despair swallowed him whole. His knees buckled, and he collapsed onto the ground.

Andrew's expression was calm as he walked up with one hand behind his back.

Walter's hair hung in a tangled mess over his bloodied face, and he glared up with venom. "You little bastard, the Driscoll family will make you pay in blood for killing me!"

Andrew looked down at him from above, "Is that your last words?"

Walter's face flushed red as he spat blood again and roared miserably, "Andrew, you'll regret the choice you made today. The Driscoll family is one of Gabo Creek's Three Titans! If you don't stop now and submit in surrender, in the end…"

He never finished the sentence, because Andrew had already slammed his palm down onto the top of his head. The unstoppable, molten heat of the strike burned through his skull. Walter's eyes bulged, red with burst blood vessels, before his body pitched forward, lifeless, his brain reduced to pulp.

Eric slowly rose from his seat in the pavilion. Watching Andrew's back, he realized for the first time that they were about the same age. Yet, the weight and pressure radiating from that back almost rivaled Jerome's.

He slowly sighed as he told himself it was time to acknowledge the gap between them!

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