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Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) Chapter 3270

Andrew’s face turned pale.

Then paler.

Until it was completely bloodless.

Not a sound left his mouth—but somehow, he shifted again and forced himself on top of Guillermo.

Instead of loosening his hold, he tightened it.

His legs locked around Guillermo’s neck with brutal precision. Muscles trembled at their absolute limit. Guillermo began to choke.

Andrew grinned down at him, vicious and unyielding.

“You’ve never felt this before, have you?” he growled. “For me… this isn’t the first time.”

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

“You probably don’t know this—but as long as there’s one breath left in me… I can still fight.”

His eyes burned.

“And I can still kill.”

He raised his remaining hand. His index and middle fingers pressed together like a blade and drove straight toward Guillermo’s forehead.

Terror flooded Guillermo’s face.

“No!”

His shrill scream tore across half of Chetvine’s night sky.

With a sickening sound, Andrew’s fingers were caught between Guillermo’s palms.

They pierced clean through both hands like twin daggers.

But they stopped.

One inch short of his forehead.

“You still can’t kill me,” Guillermo snarled through blood-filled teeth. “You’ll never kill me!”

Black mist surged from his armor as he struggled to break free.

Andrew, drenched in blood, vision blurring, life force draining by the second—remained calm.

Utterly exhausted.

Yet calm.

Then he chuckled softly.

“You’re celebrating too early.”

Two sharp cracks echoed in the night.

From the tips of Andrew’s joined fingers, two bone spikes extended outward.

Vampire regeneration.

Precise.

Controlled.

Two inches.

No more.

No less.

The first inch closed the remaining distance.

The second drove straight through Guillermo’s eye.

The eyeball burst instantly.

Agony detonated inside Guillermo’s skull. Dizziness and disorientation slammed through him like a tidal wave.

His scream this time was inhuman.

It exploded across the Lloyd estate.

Guillermo tore himself free and hurled Andrew away. Clutching his ruined eye, blood streaming through his fingers, he fled like a wounded demon toward the outer grounds.

Andrew staggered after him.

Godslayer lay just ahead.

He collapsed forward, barely missing the blade—but even as darkness clawed at the edges of his vision, his hand found the hilt.

He forced himself up.

Didn’t turn.

Didn’t aim.

He simply hurled the sword with everything he had left.

Godslayer hummed, responding to its master’s will. It sliced through the air, streaking toward Guillermo’s back.

Just as it was about to pierce his heart—

A black figure descended from the sky.

With a single strike, he knocked Godslayer aside.

The impact rang like thunder.

The force behind it—

Martial God level.

The newcomer seized the half-mad Guillermo and leapt skyward. In a few bounding movements, they disappeared into Chetvine’s bleak, pitch-black night.

Godslayer, deflected, spun back toward Andrew—its trajectory aimed straight at his neck.

Before it could reach him, another figure rushed in.

A hand caught the hilt midair.

“Mom!” Luna cried, her voice breaking with relief.

The woman wore a simple dress. Through Andrew’s fading sight, he glimpsed a face that resembled Luna’s.

Then his strength gave out.

He fell backward.

The woman gasped softly and caught him by the wrist before he hit the ground.

A faint fragrance reached his nose as she pulled him into her arms.

“Luna, quiet,” she said gently. “Let me save him first.”

Those were the last words Andrew heard before everything went dark.