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Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) Chapter 3097

Andrew’s vision blurred, then slowly sharpened into focus.

Beneath a bleak, shattered sky stretched a world drowned in devastation and endless war. Fires raged across the land. Black castles collapsed one after another, swallowed by roaring flames. Villages burned to ash. Towering Highland Tribe warriors clutched their wives and children, leaping desperately across ruptured ground in futile attempts to escape. But they could not outrun the collapsing ravines that yawned open beneath them, dragging entire families into eternal darkness.

On the distant plains, two titanic beings were locked in a battle to the death.

Fenrir’s fur bristled like black steel needles, each strand gleaming with an oily sheen that rippled with every savage motion. He was far larger than even Kaelen—an overwhelming mass of muscle and ferocity. His eyes were not the usual green glow or hollow black pupils of ordinary werewolves. Instead, they burned blood-red, unmistakably vampiric. His gaping jaws dripped with crimson, though it was impossible to tell whether the blood belonged to himself or his enemy. Rows of razor-sharp white fangs lined his mouth, and from deep in his throat came an unending rumble, like thunder rolling beneath the earth.

Standing against him was Arcturus.

Bare-chested and powerfully built, he looked like a living monument of flesh and stone. His hair fell to his shoulders, partially veiling his face, yet the exposed lines of his jaw, the bridge of his nose, and his lips were sharp and severe, as though carved from granite.

With a thunderous roar, Arcturus planted his bare feet against the fractured ground, launched himself into the air, and drove his fist straight into Fenrir’s enormous mouth.

Fenrir howled in pain and retaliated instantly, his claws flashing as they tore bloody gashes across Arcturus’s chest. Yet Arcturus didn’t seem to feel it at all.

Throwing his head back, he let out a furious roar and ordered his people to retreat.

By then, the Highland Tribe warriors were clearly losing ground. They could no longer hold the line. Wave after wave of werewolves surged forward, an endless tide stretching to the horizon. They crawled on all fours, snarling and howling, their voices swallowing the sky itself.

The Highland warriors fought back with desperate valor. Battle axes rose and fell with terrifying force. Werewolves screamed as they were flung aside, limbs severed, blood pouring like rivers across the earth. But there were simply too many of them.

Even the strongest Highland warriors eventually exhausted themselves. One by one, they were overwhelmed, dragged down, and consumed by the swarm.

Seeing this, Arcturus threw his head back and roared in grief.

The muscles across his body swelled grotesquely, expanding without limit, his frame growing even larger. He slammed his fist downward. The ground collapsed instantly, and a solid shockwave of pure force blasted into Fenrir’s chest.

Fenrir shrieked in agony as his massive body flipped backward, his chest caving in with a visible crater.

Yet in the very next instant, he sprang back to his feet and charged again.

Leaping forward, Fenrir struck Arcturus with overwhelming force, sending him flying. Arcturus crashed across the land, carving a deep trench into the earth as he skidded to a halt.

The battle between the two primordial beings reached a fever pitch.

Arcturus roared and summoned blood-red lightning between his hands, wielding it like living whips. The crackling arcs lashed out, binding Fenrir in place. In a flash, Arcturus struck directly at Fenrir’s eyes.

One of Fenrir’s eyeballs exploded outright.

He screamed in agony—but the pain only drove him further into madness.

His savage fury surged. He broke free and charged again, darting across the battlefield with terrifying speed, dodging and weaving at breakneck pace.

Even at Andrew’s current level of strength, he could not fully track Fenrir’s movements.

A deep shock ran through him.

The first-generation werewolf progenitor was simply too powerful.

More than that, Fenrir had once been nothing more than a slave to Lilith, the Vampire Queen.

If this monster had served her… then just how terrifying must Lilith herself have been?

As Andrew’s thoughts raced, he watched without blinking as Arcturus and Fenrir collided once more, their clash shaking the very foundations of the ancient world.