Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 3099

A mass of white holy light appeared in Andrew's palm. Then, he pressed his hand flat against the statue of the werewolf progenitor Fenrir.

With a thunderous boom, layers of material peeled off the statue's surface.

An extremely dense wave of darkness burst outward in an instant. It came so fast that Othniel, Nyx, and the others had no time to react before they were swallowed by it.

At the same time, everyone heard a single deafening roar. It was unmistakably the howl of the werewolf clan.

Tobiah, Hershel, and Juno were the first to collapse. Blood poured from their eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, and their bodies swayed as they nearly lost consciousness.

Nyx and Othniel acted at the same time, forcing themselves to resist the dizziness overwhelming them as they carried the others out one by one. When they retreated from around the statues and reached the stone steps below, they finally escaped the dark aura that had just erupted.

Othniel's expression was filled with shock. "Fenrir has been dead for 1000 years, yet he still possesses such terrifying power."

Knox protected Tobiah and quickly asked, "Father, how do you feel? Are you alright?"

Tobiah shook his head, coughing nonstop. "Don't worry, these old bones can still take it. Mr. Lloyd can actually wield the holy light of Lomuia Grand Cathedral? Could it be that he's a follower of Lomuia Grand Cathedral?"

Nyx replied, "Andrew has no connection to the Cathedral. This holy light is a legacy he acquired by chance."

Tobiah and Othniel exchanged glances, both confused and shocked. "Only followers of the Cathedral can receive the acknowledgment of holy light. Since Mr. Lloyd isn't a Cathedral follower, how could he possibly…"

Nyx shook his head, indicating she did not know either. Suddenly, the entire ruins, not just where the statues stood, began to shake violently.

No one could see Andrew shrouded in that dark aura.

However, a massive pillar of dark light suddenly shot skyward from above, piercing straight into the clouds. In an instant, what had been an overcast day transformed into heavy, oppressive darkness.

Nonetheless, Fenrir was the first ancestor of the werewolf clan, the very first werewolf in existence. It could be said that any aura emanating from Fenrir's body was lethal.

Unknown to anyone, changes began occurring inside Andrew's body. As Fenrir's dark, primal essence invaded, a milky-white radiance also began to circulate. Then, it suddenly clashed with the dark, primal essence, fighting and entangling with it.

Beyond that, the Blood-Eyed Black Dragon mark on Andrew's chest suddenly lit up as well. The ancestral power of the Lloyd family, which was the totem power, also began participating in the battle to destroy Fenrir's dark aura.

Three completely different primal essences used Andrew's body as their battlefield, fighting and crushing each other.

Andrew's body simply could not withstand it all at once. Opening his mouth, he spat out a huge mouthful of fresh blood, directly splashing onto Arcturus' statue.

At this moment, Andrew could only maintain that single thread of clarity in his mind, channeling the holy light with all his strength to try to suppress the residual ferocity left behind in the statue by Fenrir.

Beyond that, he could not manage anything else and did not even notice what was happening.