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Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) Chapter 3231

As he and Brielle walked through the now-empty courtyard of the Lloyd estate, the usual hum of servants and guards had vanished. The silence was unsettling—too deliberate to be natural.

Brielle’s expression was calm, but her fingers were clenched behind her back. “They’ve all been summoned,” she said quietly. “The elders sealed the inner hall. No one without the family crest is allowed in.”

Andrew gave a faint smile. “So they’ve decided to stop watching from the sidelines.”

“For now,” Brielle replied. “Grandfather believes that once Orson arrives, there won’t be room for hesitation anymore. The Cavendish, the Hearsts, the Nieves… if they all converge on Chetvine, this city won’t survive untouched.”

Andrew stopped walking.

The winter wind swept across the stone tiles, lifting the edge of his coat. His gaze turned toward the distant skyline, as if he could already sense the powerful auras approaching from different directions.

“Let them come,” he said.

Brielle frowned. “You say that so easily. Do you understand what it means? Orson Nieves alone is a legend. He’s not on any list because he transcended them decades ago. Even Luther Johnston lost to him. And now he’s coming here—for you.”

Andrew’s eyes remained steady. “A century of cultivation only means he’s had a century to polish the same flaws.”

Brielle’s breath caught. “You’re too arrogant.”

“No,” Andrew corrected softly. “I’m certain.”

Inside the sealed inner hall, the Lloyd family elders sat in a semicircle. Their faces were grim, the atmosphere heavy.

“The storm is inevitable,” the eldest among them said. “If Andrew falls, Chetvine will kneel to the royal families for the next hundred years.”

“And if he wins?” another elder asked.

The old man’s eyes darkened.

“Then Holtrien will never be the same again.”

—

Far beyond Chetvine’s borders, a lone figure walked along a mountain path, leaning on a simple wooden cane. His hair was white as frost, yet his steps were steady and unhurried.

Orson Nieves did not travel with guards.

He did not need them.

Each step he took left a faint imprint in the stone beneath his feet—not from force, but from the sheer density of his internal energy. The surrounding air seemed to tremble in submission.

A disciple who had followed him for several miles finally dared to ask, “Ancestor, is Andrew truly worth your personal intervention?”

Orson did not look back.

“Worth?” His voice was hoarse but carried like rolling thunder. “A young man who forces the Cavendish and Hearst to move simultaneously… if he is not stopped now, he will grow beyond restraint.”

“And if he cannot be stopped?”

For the first time, Orson paused.

The mountain wind howled.

“Then,” he said slowly, “Holtrien will welcome a new era.”

—

Back in Chetvine, Lorenzo stood before the gates of the Owens family estate, staring into the darkness beyond.

He remembered Guillermo’s words clearly: If you can’t beat him, submit obediently.

At the time, it had sounded like permission.

Now it felt like a test.

A sudden pressure descended from the sky—subtle, yet suffocating.

Lorenzo’s pupils shrank.

Someone had entered the city.

And this presence… it was ancient.

Far stronger than Nate.

Far more terrifying than anything he had ever felt.

He whispered under his breath, “Orson…”

The long night had begun.

And by dawn, Chetvine would either witness the fall of a rising star—

—or the birth of something that would shake all of Holtrien to its core.