Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2072

Cordelia said firmly, "The High Oracle will stop at nothing to claim the Greene family saintess."

Andrew asked, "Why does the Crimson Flame Cult want Shiloh so badly?"

Cordelia looked confused. "That, I don't know! But once, when I was chosen to serve on the Holy Isle, I overheard the High Oracle and the Guardians speaking. They said the Greene family saintess carries a secret tied to immortality."

Eric nodded grimly. "Immortality. That woman is extraordinary. Others age until they die, but she grows younger with time, eventually even reverting to a child. And the Greene family's secrets go far beyond that.

"If the Crimson Flame Cult thinks they can control her, they may end up destroyed instead. Once the saintess's memories return in full, everyone within hundreds of miles will perish."

Andrew was silent for a moment, realizing how urgent the situation had become. He had to find Shiloh quickly.

"One last question. Where is the Crimson Flame Cult's main headquarters?" His eyes locked on Cordelia.

Cordelia answered bluntly, "Auqania, on Emberfall Isle."

Eric was stunned again. "So it really is in Auqania… No wonder. That place is a mess of warring factions. Drug lords, warlords, ruthless killers on every corner. The Trinarchy is infamous as a living hell, so of course it makes sense for the Crimson Flame Cult to root itself there."

Andrew caught the look of fear she tried to hide and said calmly, "We'll discuss it later. For now, we set out. The McDaniel family in the southeast is a tough nut to crack. If they've already pledged themselves to the Crimson Flame Cult, then to get Shiloh back, we'll have to face them head-on."

Eric stepped forward. "Dad has close ties with the McDaniel family. Maybe I can step in and negotiate us into their estate."

Andrew curled his lip. "Forget it. Last time you tried to use your connections, it backfired. Your so-called reputation isn't worth much."

Eric's face flushed red as if Andrew had struck a sore spot. The last time in Goldridge, he had strutted in with bravado only to be humiliated badly.