Read Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) Novel by Only For You Updated 2025 -26 - Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) Chapter 3420

“Was the Vampire Queen really killed?”

“It’s real… it has to be real!”

“It was Andrew. Andrew killed Lilith!”

After the surviving powerhouses of Holtrien escaped the range of the Blood Sanctum, they finally stopped at a safe distance.

Their faces were filled with exhaustion, fear, and lingering shock.

They had all witnessed it with their own eyes—the moment the Vampire Queen vanished completely.

At first, no one could believe it.

Then the realization hit.

And overwhelming joy followed.

Of Holtrien’s two greatest pillars, Lachlan and Pietro, one had already fallen.

Pietro had sacrificed himself, detonating his own power to buy everyone else a chance to escape.

As for Lachlan, he had fallen from the peak of Beyond Mortal, Beneath the Gods and was now barely clinging to life.

Elio had lost an arm in the battle.

Yet his laughter rang louder than anyone else’s.

Holtrien had won.

Andrew had won.

This expedition—one everyone had believed impossible—had truly achieved victory.

Luna was covered in wounds, but her face shone with the joy of survival and triumph.

Supporting Bridget, she asked softly, “Mom, how are you feeling?”

Bridget’s face was pale, her strength nearly exhausted.

Even so, she forced a gentle smile.

“Luna, I’m fine. Go check on the others and help anyone who needs it.”

Philip had fallen unconscious.

Half of his chest had been blown apart, and worse still, his energy core had been completely shattered.

But he was still alive.

He had survived only because Clarence Burnham of the Iron Cavalry had carried him out while risking his own life.

Sheena’s injuries were equally severe.

Still, she stubbornly resisted the pull of unconsciousness.

Clenching her teeth, she muttered weakly, “I can’t sleep… I have to wait for Andrew to come back.”

Nyx, surprisingly, had escaped with relatively minor injuries.

As a master assassin, her speed was unmatched.

At her feet lay a motionless figure.

Arya.

Nyx looked down at her and whispered quietly, “I hope you can break free from the darkness.”

Elsewhere, the cost of the battle was painfully clear.

Alfredo, the lord of Swordhaven Keep, had died in combat.

Monty, leader of the Umbral Peak Sect, had also fallen.

Pablo, patriarch of the Hearst royal family, was gravely injured and unable to stand.

During the retreat, he had used the Diamond Body Art to absorb nearly half the destructive force that had threatened to wipe them out.

But warriors like Zavian and Asher had all perished.

Of the 1,500 warriors who had entered the battlefield from Holtrien, more than two-thirds had been killed or severely wounded.

Only a small number had survived.

Among Iridessa’s people, only four remained alive.

Iridessa stood quietly, staring at the collapsed dark mountain in the distance.

Her voice was barely a whisper.

“Andrew… where are you?”

At that moment, Andrew stood deep within the darkness.

Beneath his feet stretched a field of twisted thorns.

He was standing where the very center of the Blood Sanctum had once been.

Now, however, everything had been completely leveled.

In his arms, he carried the unconscious Shiloh.

Andrew gently lowered her onto the ground.

His upper body was bare, powerful muscles clearly defined, while the Godslayer sword stood planted firmly beside him.

Closing his eyes slightly, he carefully sensed the immense currents of power surging endlessly through his body.