Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2962

One of Viktor's eyes exploded on the spot. Holy light swirled around the massive werewolf's body, causing unbearable agony.

Seizing this opportunity, Kass struck quickly, throwing a straight punch. Massive holy light immediately pierced through Storm City's gates, and the Cathedral army's morale soared as they roared and charged into the city, swords swinging.

The fierce wolf beasts howled everywhere, fleeing in all directions.

Efrain had one hand severed, and his rebellious nature finally subsided. It turned to fear as he let out a wolf howl toward Viktor below. Then, he turned and fled without hesitation.

Viktor reverted to human form, hair disheveled, his cape reduced to rags. One of his eyes had been completely destroyed.

He glared up at Kass with venomous hatred. But in the end, he knew the tide had turned, and if he did not flee now, death was certain.

Of course, Kass had no intention of letting Viktor escape. As the cathedral's most battle-hungry Archbishop, he immediately gave chase, determined to kill Viktor.

In the blink of an eye, the two powerhouses streaked across the battlefield, one fleeing and one pursuing, racing toward the Wraithwater Bog outside Storm City.

Andrew and Nyx exchanged a glance, then rose at the same time and took a detour, following at full speed.

Everything would be decided here.

The moment they entered the Wraithwater Bog, visibility dropped sharply.

For Nyx, however, this posed no problem, so she motioned for Andrew to follow and headed in a specific direction.

Kass was unbeatable head-on, but when it came to pursuit, he could not match a crafty werewolf like Viktor. After losing his way in the swamp, he had no choice but to abandon the chase and fall back.

Andrew and Nyx hid nearby, watching Kass leave, his face dark with frustration.

Nyx smiled faintly and lowered her voice. "Let's go. I think I know where Viktor is hiding."

Andrew thought for a moment, then asked carefully, "You can smell a werewolf?"

Nyx hummed in response. "I was once taken by the werewolf clan and used in experiments. I will never forget their stench for as long as I live. Besides, I am an assassin, so tracking by scent is just the basics."

Andrew laughed softly. "You're amazing."

Viktor continued restraining the murderous desire within him. But gradually, reason was suppressed by desire. If he could devour these two, his injuries would recover at the fastest speed possible.

Then, even without revenge, escaping Storm City and returning to the Sacred Mountain of the werewolf clan would be a walk in the park.

The moment that thought surfaced, Viktor lost control. His muscles twisted and expanded as he transformed once more into his massive werewolf form. Clarity vanished from his eyes, leaving only murderous savagery.

With a savage howl, Viktor lunged forward. In front of him was the unfortunate man. Alone at just the wrong moment, he presented a perfect chance for a clean kill.

However, as Viktor closed in, the man suddenly turned around and flashed him a bright smile.

"So this is where you were hiding… Nice. Lure them out and wait for them to take the bait. Works every time."

The laughter sounded polite enough, but the greatsword in his hand was already out, and he swung it down in a single brutal strike.

The man's action was anything but polite.