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Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) Chapter 3115

Kass was startled, though he did not show it. He had not expected Arya’s hostility—and concern—toward Andrew to run so deep. Yet deep down, he could not fully agree with her.

After all, the Battle Angel was too pure.

Her understanding of the Dark Clans and dark energy allowed for absolutely no tolerance. She hated evil with an uncompromising intensity and acted with decisive clarity. The moment she sensed darkness, her instinct was to cleanse it without hesitation.

She was not wrong.

But Kass wanted to remind her that they were in the Wastelands—and that this was wartime. Sometimes, careful compromise and strategic use of questionable forces were far more effective than rigid idealism.

In the end, however, he kept those thoughts to himself.

Within the Cathedral, Mephiston was the absolute leader of Kass’s faction. Another faction—led by the Twelve Angels—quietly held views that differed from Mephiston’s. In other words, the Arya standing before him did not fully align with his own positions.

Because of that, Kass neither fully understood nor wished to dissect Arya’s convictions too deeply. Respect was enough.

After all, Arya was on their side—and she was a core pillar of this war.

At that moment, Lysander and Makhaylus entered the command tent. Kass smiled, made a brief excuse, and stepped outside, deliberately leaving the space to the three angels.

“Arya!”

Lysander and Makhaylus immediately dropped to one knee.

Arya smiled faintly. “You’ve both grown up and are fighting on the battlefield now. Why do you still insist on doing this?”

Lysander stood up first, his excitement clear. “Arya, your arrival couldn’t have come at a better time! The Dark Clans are doomed. Next, we’ll end the Ludendorff family’s rule and spread our Lord’s glory throughout the Outlands!”

Arya nodded, smiling serenely. “That is exactly my mission. This sinful land should finally see an end to darkness.”

Makhaylus spoke next, his voice deep and rumbling. “The Ludendorff family has already had its wings clipped. Arya, there’s someone you need to be wary of.”

Arya looked at him in surprise. “Who?”

“Andrew Lloyd,” Makhaylus replied. “The lord of Abyss City. This man has always made me uneasy.”

Arya nodded. “Don’t worry. I’ve already been watching him. After I deal with Kaelan and Rafael’s forces, I’ll go to Abyss City and finish him off for good.”

Lysander, exceptionally perceptive, frowned after a moment of thought. “Arya, if you kill Andrew, the Cathedral will likely make an enemy of Holtrien. Lomuia and Holtrien have always maintained distance through unspoken agreement. But now, Andrew is Holtrien’s most outstanding young leader. If you purify him, Holtrien will inevitably react.”

Arya’s brow furrowed. Her holy, flawless face was filled with unwavering resolve.

“Darkness and I are fundamentally incompatible,” she said coldly. “Andrew is a blasphemer even more terrifying than darkness itself. Even if our relationship with Holtrien collapses, I must act. If left unchecked, he will inevitably become a mortal enemy of the Lomuia Grand Cathedral.”

Makhaylus nodded and said nothing further.

Suddenly, Arya seemed to recall something. She hesitated briefly before asking, “You both know about Nyx from the Dragonfang organization, don’t you?”

Lysander smiled. “Of course. Nyx is the most feared martial-god assassin in all the Wastelands. Come to think of it, she’s changed a great deal. She once visited Lomuia—back then, we thought she might become an angel and join us.”