Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2002

"Even if Andrew doesn't die, he'll be crippled for life!" Franklin declared with satisfaction.

Meanwhile, Scarlett stared at her own hands in complete disbelief. She could not believe she had actually landed a hit on Andrew so easily. What shocked her even more was that she had been the one to send him flying with such incredible force. The power behind her attack seemed almost impossible to comprehend.

"You brat, didn't see that coming, did you! This is what happens when you mess with the Driscoll family… Now, die!"

Victory had come so easily and happiness so quickly that Scarlett completely lost control. She burst into maniacal laughter right there on the spot. If she could, she would have thrown a 300-day celebration feast immediately.

Finally, the Driscoll family had dealt with this troublesome thorn in their side. Andrew's chest was soaked with blood, and his entire figure was obscured by dust and debris.

Only a faint cracking sound echoed in his ears.

It worked! The second seal that had suppressed him for so many years had finally been broken. The dragon was free, ready to roam without limits.

As Andrew lightly flexed his arms, he felt that familiar force wrapping around him again like invisible threads. It was the taste of raw power. The dust slowly cleared, and he brushed himself off as he casually stepped out of the crater in the wall.

Scarlett's smile froze. "Y-You're fine?"

Franklin unconsciously lowered his hands from behind his back, sensing something was terribly wrong. His eyes filled with shock and disbelief. Then, he watched as Andrew closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and took a deep breath from the air around him.

When Andrew opened his eyes again, his aura exploded, shooting straight up toward the top of the Driscoll Corporation building.

Every single window within 70 feet above them shattered simultaneously.

"H-How is this possible?" Franklin muttered under his breath, his shock transforming into pure horror.

"Die! Die! Die!" Franklin roared, his attack completely missed its target. He felt an unprecedented sense of crisis wash over him, making his hair stand on end.

Under this extreme pressure, he launched into a frenzied assault on Andrew. However, all he could see were afterimages, dodging left, weaving right, jumping up, bending down.

Andrew effortlessly avoided every single one of Franklin's hundred killing moves in the blink of an eye.

Franklin's chest burned as if it would burst, and his stamina and energy reserves were nearly gone. Even so, he had not managed to touch so much as the hem of Andrew's shirt.

"W-What level are you really at?" Franklin's voice trembled as his mouth went dry. He could not understand how Andrew, who had seemed on death's door just moments ago, had suddenly transformed into such a savage beast.

Yes, a beast. That was exactly what Andrew felt like to him now, something not human, something from a place of pure terror. And Scarlett, who had already been scared senseless, stood frozen nearby, her mind blank, forgetting even to run.