Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 3073

Yet within those sinister blood-red eyes, a beam of white holy light shot straight into the sky. In terms of purity alone, it was in no way weaker than Arya's golden radiance.

The two holy lights, one from above and one from below, collided in midair. Then slowly, they began to merge.

On the ground below, the dust dispersed, revealing Andrew's figure standing tall. Even though blood stained the corner of his mouth, his aura only surged higher as the holy light he had unleashed carried him skyward in a powerful rush.

He raised his sword and slashed at Arya again, roaring, "Die!"

However, Arya paid no attention to the strike Andrew had unleashed and instead stared with confusion at the holy light he'd just released. It was the same source of power as the Cathedral's, belonging to the God of Light himself.

Arya could not understand why and wondered how this devil could possibly do such a thing. After all, someone as evil as him should be consumed and devoured by the holy light's backlash.

How could he wield holy light at all, and with such a high degree of purity that even Arya felt drawn to it, as if it were family?

Suddenly, Arya's figure vanished into thin air.

Andrew's eyes sharpened, the strike he had unleashed fell on empty space and crashed into the ground below instead.

His heart skipped a beat, realizing this woman truly had more tricks up her sleeve than he had expected. He had not been able to track how she had disappeared so suddenly like that, yet he could still clearly sense her oppressive presence and killing intent lingering nearby.

In an instant, Andrew found himself on the defensive. He discovered that Arya, even after all this intense fighting, probably had not even used 20% of her full strength, while he had already burned through more than half of his power and was struggling badly.

"Tell me!" A cold demand came from behind Andrew.

He whirled around and sure enough saw Arya hovering in the air, her golden armor gleaming brilliantly as she stared down at him with an unreadable gaze.

"Why are you able to wield Saint John's power? What method did you use to deceive my Lord, whose eyes can pierce through all evil and darkness?"

It was as if the heavens themselves had descended.

Screams and wails spread for miles. Of Kaelen's ten-thousand-strong werewolf vanguard, nearly one-fifth were wiped out in an instant.

Kaelen, the newly ascended Werewolf Prince, was beaten so badly in hand-to-hand combat with Arya that his fangs were knocked from his massive jaws as his anguished howls echoed endlessly across the land.

Finally, he transformed back into human form, left behind a single piercing curse, and fled far away.

Andrew let out a long breath as he returned to Abyss City, his expression ice cold.

Nyx rushed forward and gripped his hand tightly, her voice urgent. "Honey, let's go to Holtrien right now. I'll go with you. We'll leave everything behind, okay? Just take me away."