Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 3105

Edmund roared and beat his chest. "Othniel, your tribe has long been worthless! For 1000 years, you've been hiding and cowering, barely surviving. Compared to us werewolves, you're nothing but a third-rate race! No matter how stubbornly you resist, you can't avoid being wiped out.

"The werewolves will tear apart your women, children, and rip off the heads of your men! Progenitor Ragnar is taking action himself. Soon, you'll experience what true despair really means!"

The mention of Ragnar made Othniel's face turn deathly pale with fear.

Edmund seized the opportunity and clawed three deep gashes across his chest. With a roaring howl, Edmund pounced on Othniel and pinned him against the wall.

Drool dripped from the massive wolf's maw as it lunged to bite off Othniel's head.

With countless Highland Tribe warriors lying dead around him, and knowing Ragnar had arrived, despair surged in Othniel's heart.

He could not help but feel like the heavens themselves had turned against the Highland Tribe. Even Ragnar, the Third Progenitor of the Werewolves, had taken the field.

What chance did they even have left to hold the line?

Suddenly, a streak of blue light carved a graceful arc through the air.

Edmund howled in pain as his massive body jerked upright, and a huge gash tore open across the back of his neck. He spun toward the attacker and unleashed a furious roar.

If he had not pulled back at the last instant, his head would have been sliced clean off.

Nyx hovered in midair before Edmund, her expression blank. Then, she shot forward at explosive speed, her figure vanishing into thin air.

Edmund wanted to take advantage of the moment to finish off his old rival, Othniel. However, the threat Nyx posed was simply too intense.

Roaring furiously, he gave chase after Nyx instead.

Edmund's rampage had destroyed the wall.

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