Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 3020

Originally, the assembled powerhouses could have reinforced and stabilized the passage together. However, Christopher could not wait any longer because his mind was set on joining forces to eliminate Reginald, the biggest variable, before entering.

In the end, Reginald's true strength completely exceeded Christopher's expectations.

Reginald was a demigod, on the same level as Christopher himself!

Christopher unleashed a massive spherical construct, within which something like a divine dragon seemed to coil and swim. It then collided violently with Andrew's suddenly erupting sword light.

The collision sent a violent shockwave outward, and even the passage itself swayed several times, as if it were on the verge of collapsing.

Christopher's face turned pale as he felt his body nearly torn apart by the unstable passage. His figure was fully pulled into the passage.

Even then, he did not forget to turn back and glare at Andrew with undisguised hatred. "You little bastard. When I come out, I'll come for you."

Andrew gripped his sword and leaped down from the cliff face, studying the vortex with a calm expression. He had already used his full strength in that sword strike just now.

Christopher appeared unharmed, but Andrew had caught sight of his trembling arm. Clearly, even though the old bastard was incredibly powerful, the blow had not been easy to take.

The vortex began to shake and collapse inward toward its center.

Reginald said quickly, "Andy, take Nyx and leave. Don't follow me."

Without waiting for Andrew to respond, he threw himself directly into the vortex. In that final glance, Andrew clearly saw the resolve in his father's eyes.

The Veiled Paradise was very likely a land of death.

Without any extra words, Andrew understood his father's intentions. However, driven by the need to learn whether Eleanor was still alive, he still plunged in without hesitation.

Several more figures flashed past and followed into the passage. Then, the vortex rapidly contracted, vanished into nothingness, and disappeared completely.

After experiencing so much, Andrew was no longer that hot-blooded youth from years ago. His heart had not grown cold, but his responsibilities had grown heavier, and his approach to confronting the world had gradually changed.

Only power, absolute power that ruled over all, could resolve every obstacle.

Andrew returned to Nyx's side. The two of them hovered in the air, looking down below. There, pairs of eyes had already turned bloodshot.

The leader was Kaelen, the werewolf king. His massive, powerful frame was draped in a billowing cloak.

His cold, vertical pupils locked onto Andrew as he hissed. "I couldn't kill Reginald, but you will die."

Nyx said, "Kaelen didn't enter the vortex. Right now, the vampires, werewolves, and sirens here all seem to be under his command. What should we do?"

Andrew replied calmly, "Kill them."