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Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) Chapter 3121

Petra nodded. “Alright. I’ll keep watch there and await your command.”

The Highland Tribe members were gradually brought into Abyss City. Settling so many people required enormous effort, but fortunately, no incidents occurred along the way. Just like that, the entire Highland Tribe entered the city.

Leaving their valley behind to live in a major city of the Wastelands was an immense adjustment for them. Yet under the critical circumstances—and Tobiah’s strict orders—not a single member of the Highland Tribe caused trouble.

Night descended over the desolate Wastelands.

As the conflict dragged on, the fighting grew increasingly brutal, and every faction was utterly exhausted. Even the formidable Ludendorff family and the Cathedral’s warriors felt waves of fatigue crashing over them.

Inside Throne City, within the Throne Hall, the lights that once burned day and night had dimmed. The yellow lamps remained unlit, and the vast hall lay empty and silent, devoid of any trace of life.

Alonzo, the second-in-command of the Ludendorff family, sat alone upon the main seat.

The throne was forged of gold, shaped like a skull—its twisted, perverse metallic beauty a perfect reflection of the Ludendorff philosophy of ruling the Wastelands through fear.

He stared into empty space for a long time.

“Well?” Alonzo asked at last, without lifting his head. His gaze remained unfocused as he addressed the subordinate who had just entered. “Were you able to contact Lord Raiden?”

“Tell him the family is nearly finished. Tell him Wyrmhelm’s predictions were dead wrong. Tell him our century-long rule has been shattered in an instant.”

The subordinate, clad in black armor and a black mask, knelt on the floor. He was a commander of the Black Knight Legion, the Ludendorff family’s elite force. His voice trembled as he answered, “Lord Alonzo, there is still no word from Lord Raiden. The Veiled Paradise remains completely sealed from the outside world.”

“I believe there is no way to reach him, no matter what we try. We can only… only look for another way forward.”

Alonzo’s head snapped up, his eyes flashing with menace. “What did you say?” he snarled. “Another way forward? Are you suggesting betrayal of the Ludendorff family?”

The subordinate was terrified. He immediately bowed, slamming his forehead against the floor. “I wouldn’t dare! I only believe that the current situation in the Wastelands is beyond our family’s control. Throne City… the Ludendorff family… we can’t hold on any longer.”

“Lord Alonzo, you must find a way out. Otherwise, catastrophe is inevitable.”

Alonzo’s face twitched violently, bitterness, rage, grief, and countless tangled emotions threatening to tear him apart.

“What about our other major cities?” he demanded. “What about our distant allies? The Outlands are vast. Is there truly no one who will come to our aid?”

“None,” the subordinate replied. “I’ve contacted everyone I could—even sent messengers in person—but no one has responded.”

Alonzo let out a bitter laugh. “How is this possible?” he muttered. “How could the Ludendorff family—a dynasty that lasted a century—fall to this state in such a short time? It makes no sense at all.”

“What about Ramon?” he asked suddenly. “Did he follow orders and return with his forces to defend Throne City?”

This time, the subordinate hesitated before answering quietly, “Lord Ramon… refused to return.”

The faint smile on Alonzo’s face slowly disappeared. In its place, a twisted snarl emerged.

“That damned bastard,” he hissed. “When Lord Raiden emerges from the Veiled Paradise, he’ll tear him to shreds.”

But even as the words left his mouth, they rang hollow.

No one knew when Raiden would return. And by the time he did, the Ludendorff family might already be completely erased—leaving behind nothing but a broken old man.

By then, none of it would matter.

Slumping back into the golden throne, Alonzo waved his hand weakly, exhaustion carved deep into his face.

“Leave me,” he said quietly. “I need to be alone.”