Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 3101

With a shift of thought, Andrew opened his right hand. A tiny spark of lightning flickered to life in his palm, crackling and dancing like a tiny red sprite that refused to stay still.

Othniel stepped forward, his expression a mix of shock and complicated emotion. He stared at Andrew for a long moment before murmuring, "That's the original power of our Arcturus, the Primal Thunder. I never imagined it would choose you, Mr. Lloyd."

Tobiah also walked up to Andrew, his aged face trembling as he opened his mouth, yet no words came out.

In the end, it all turned into a long sigh as he dropped to his knees and said with deep gratitude, "Thank you for lifting the thousand-year curse and poison from the Highland Tribe. I'm endlessly grateful and have no way to repay you."

Othniel knelt as well, pulling Hershel down with him.

Andrew quickly helped them to their feet, saying with embarrassment, "Chief, I don't think I really helped much! On the contrary, the statue was destroyed, and Arcturus' inherited power somehow ended up inside me by accident."

Tobiah hastily replied, "Mr. Lloyd, you misunderstand! You truly did save our tribe. Knox here has already inherited Arcturus's ancestral power."

Andrew looked at Knox in surprise.

Knox nodded firmly and finally broke into a smile. "I feel incredibly powerful right now!"

As he spoke, he raised both hands, and a tremendous aura swirled around him. Red lightning, just like Othniel's, crackled from his palms.

However, it was slightly different from what was inside Andrew's body. It lacked Andrew's dark crimson hue and that sense of primordial, overwhelming pressure.

Tobiah explained, "Knox also received his ancestor's inherited power! The Arcturus bloodline has finally been fully awakened in his body. But you, Mr. Lloyd, don't carry our ancestor's bloodline. Yet what you possess is our Arcturus' most fundamental Primordial Thunder. In other words, Mr. Lloyd, you've directly inherited Arcturus' power. From this day forward, you would be able to face the werewolf progenitors head-on without being suppressed by rank or bloodline."

Tobiah was in high spirits, and Othniel and the other Highland Tribe members all wore joyful expressions. They all urged everyone to hurry back to the tribe to announce the good news.

After that, they would hold a grand bonfire celebration to express their gratitude and praise for Andrew, their benefactor.

However, just as they turned around and had barely walked a few steps back, a tall Highland Tribe warrior came stumbling toward them from the path, covered in blood!

"Chief, Mr. Fernsby, something terrible has happened. The werewolf army is launching a massive attack on the mountain fortress. We can't hold them off!"

After struggling to deliver the message, the warrior collapsed. On his back, three deep gashes torn by werewolves were visible, and he looked like he was about to die.

Tobiah and Othniel were the first to turn pale. "This is bad! Quick, we need to get back. The commotion we caused here must have alerted the werewolves' Dark Sacred Mountain, and the remaining werewolf progenitors are furious!"