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Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) Chapter 3237
The courtyard trembled with suppressed shock.
Wyatt Cunningham.
A man who had been buried thirty years ago.
A man whose funeral had shaken half of Holtrien.
And now—
He stood there, alive.
His white hair flowed behind him, but unlike Otto’s fragile exhaustion, Wyatt’s presence was dense—heavy. The air around him seemed slightly distorted, as if compressed by invisible pressure.
The Cunningham elders stared in disbelief.
Some were trembling—not from fear of Andrew—
But from the awe of their resurrected ancestor.
“Grand Elder…”
Otto’s lips shook.
Even he had not expected Wyatt to reveal himself.
Wyatt’s gaze remained locked on Andrew.
“You forced my hand,” he said coldly. “If you had stopped at humiliating Otto, I would have remained hidden. But threatening the bloodline? You went too far.”
Andrew’s expression remained indifferent.
“You overestimate your value.”
Wyatt’s eyes flashed.
“You think I hid for thirty years for nothing? I broke through the shackles long ago. I waited. I endured. I watched.”
He took a step forward.
The stone beneath his foot cracked.
A ripple of force spread outward.
Even Conrad felt suffocated.
“I gave the Cunningham family a hidden pillar,” Wyatt continued. “A final foundation. With me alive, we were never truly defeated.”
Andrew tilted his head slightly.
“And yet you still hid.”
Wyatt’s jaw tightened.
“Because the time wasn’t right.”
Andrew’s lips curved faintly.
“And now it is?”
Wyatt pointed at him.
“You are arrogant, but you are worthy. Killing you today will make my thirty years meaningful.”
Nyx stepped forward half a pace.
Andrew raised a hand lightly.
She stopped.
Wyatt noticed.
His eyes sharpened.
“So you dare.”
Andrew stepped forward into the center of the courtyard.
“Yes.”
The single word echoed.
Philip, who had remained near the outer corridor, frowned.
“Kid,” he muttered, “don’t play stupid.”
Andrew did not look at him.
Instead, he said calmly:
“You want a one-on-one fight. Fine.”
He glanced at the kneeling Cunningham members.
“Clear the courtyard.”
Wyatt waved his sleeve.
“Everyone retreat!”
The Cunningham family scrambled backward, dragging Otto away. Conrad hesitated for a split second—but Philip grabbed his collar and yanked him aside.
“Don’t interfere,” Philip growled. “If you step in, you’ll only get yourself killed.”
Within moments, the wide stone courtyard was empty.
Only two figures remained facing each other.
The morning sun climbed higher.
Wind stirred.
Wyatt slowly rolled his shoulders.
A deep humming sound began to vibrate faintly from his body—like a furnace awakening.
Thirty years of concealment.
Thirty years of accumulation.
His aura expanded outward in visible waves.
Cracks spiderwebbed across the stone ground beneath his feet.
Andrew stood still.
No aura erupted from him.
No visible display.
Just calm.
Wyatt narrowed his eyes.
“Still pretending?”
Andrew replied evenly:
“If I release it, you won’t get to move.”
Wyatt’s fury ignited.
“Arrogant brat!”
His body vanished.
A blur of white.
The air exploded.
A palm strike tore through space, aimed directly at Andrew’s chest with the force of a collapsing mountain.
BOOM—
The courtyard shattered.
Dust erupted skyward.
Conrad’s heart stopped.
Otto clenched his fists.
Philip’s eyes widened slightly.
When the dust cleared—
Andrew was still standing.
One hand raised.
Wyatt’s palm was blocked inches from his chest.
No dramatic clash.
No explosion.
Just—
Stopped.
Wyatt’s pupils shrank.
Impossible.
Andrew looked at him calmly.
“Thirty years,” Andrew said softly. “And this is it?”
A faint tremor finally traveled up Wyatt’s arm.
Andrew’s fingers tightened slightly.
A crack.
Wyatt’s wrist bent unnaturally.
His expression twisted in shock.
“How—?!”
Andrew stepped forward.
The ground beneath Wyatt’s feet collapsed.
“You hid for thirty years,” Andrew continued, voice steady, “but you were hiding from fear. Not cultivating for transcendence.”
With a flick of his wrist—
Wyatt was sent flying across the courtyard like a broken leaf, smashing into a distant stone pillar.
The pillar exploded.
Blood sprayed.
Silence.
The Cunningham family stared in horror.
Wyatt struggled to stand—
And realized something terrifying.
Andrew hadn’t even moved his feet.
Andrew slowly lowered his hand.
“If you wanted to restore the Cunningham family’s might…”
He took one calm step forward.
“You should have come out thirty years earlier.”
Wyatt coughed violently, blood soaking his robes.
For the first time since revealing himself—
True fear entered his eyes.
And in that moment—
Everyone understood.
The hidden pillar of the Cunningham family…
Was not enough.
Not even close.
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