Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2923

The massive palace stood eerily empty. Vampires were known for their solitary nature, preferring to build their strongholds in remote wilderness or on cliff edges. They enslaved humans or other beings to serve them, and at the same time kept them as livestock for feeding.

Andrew reached the highest point and noticed the storm clouds gathering in an unprecedented manner. The last traces of sunlight were completely blocked out.

His brow furrowed as a terrible premonition gripped him. If sunlight were to disappear completely, it would be a massive advantage for vampires. But unexpectedly, the clouds parted slightly, revealing a blood-red light from the sky.

It was a blood moon, and during daylight hours, no less.

Andrew had expected a solar eclipse at most, but this was far worse: a blood moon that would amplify a vampire's power and brutality tenfold.

Realizing the danger, Andrew immediately rushed downstairs.

In the castle's bottom chamber, a brutal battle was already underway. A massive mound of flesh occupied nearly one-third of the hall. Atop that grotesque mass was a twisted, pale human face.

Bathed in the blood-red moonlight streaming through the dome, the face let out a vicious, manic laugh.

He hissed, "Ignorant, insignificant humans, who gave you the nerve to trespass into my territory? Very well, let your flesh, especially the blood flowing through your veins, merge with my body."

Massive tentacles covered in grotesque flesh bubbles shot out in all directions.

Juno and Franz stood below the flesh mountain, desperately slashing at the incoming tentacles. Petra, acting like a human bulldozer, roared and swung his hammer against the flesh mountain, but only managed to splatter some disgusting liquid without causing significant damage.

The attack only enraged Soren further. The flesh on his belly began to writhe obscenely, and a dark eyeball emerged, creating rippling waves.

Juno was the first to be affected, suddenly feeling disoriented.

Soren let out a painful howl, his eyes widening in shock. A black figure leapt into the air and came to a halt before his massive flesh mound.

When Andrew arrived, he saw Nyx standing there, the two daggers in her hands glowing faintly. Then, at an unimaginable speed, she streaked across the flesh mound like a shooting star.

Nyx descended gracefully, landing on the floor with her daggers crossed in front of her, almost in an embracing pose.

She slowly looked up, meeting Andrew's gaze.

A thunderous crash followed. The massive flesh mountain collapsed, with Soren's upper body sliced clean through and rolling behind Nyx.

Knox, the eccentric martial god, suddenly appeared, clapping and laughing. "Nyx, that was awesome!"