Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2584

Just as the sword tip was about to pierce his throat, Andrew snorted coldly. He slapped the ground, using the momentum to leap upward.

Enraged, Shiloh adjusted her grip and tried to swing the massive sword upward in a low arc aimed at Andrew's legs. However, the greatsword in her hand suddenly emitted a deafening hum, as if it were resisting and refusing her command.

The next moment, Shiloh cried out in pain as the sword was violently thrown from her grasp and clattered to the floor. Both Andrew and she were stunned by this sudden turn of events.

Shiloh looked at her palms, which were now covered in scorch marks; the sword had burned her.

"There's something strange about this sword!" Andrew exclaimed in disbelief.

Shiloh looked at the greatsword on the ground, her eyes now filled with wariness as well.

Andrew stepped around the sword and grabbed her slender wrist.

"Let go!" Shiloh tried to pull her hand back, her voice icy.

Ignoring her protest, Andrew said calmly, "Let me see if it will scar."

This seemingly casual remark, however, ignited Shiloh's fury, and she launched a swift kick toward his groin.

Andrew, angered by her continued unreasonable hostility, caught her ankle firmly and gave it a sharp, forceful lift. Shiloh was already in a weakened state, especially feeling sore and experiencing an unfamiliar numbness between her legs.

Andrew's action completely destroyed her balance, sending her tumbling toward the ground.

She gasped out, "Andrew!"

Andrew smirked. Of course, he did not actually let her hit the floor. He moved forward and caught her in his arms, his voice low as he spoke.

"If you're done throwing your tantrum, let's stop here, alright? I saved you, and you show no gratitude whatsoever. Now you actually want to kill me? Shiloh, what is wrong with you? Or is it really for that damned sword that you can be so cruel to me?"

Lying in Andrew's arms, Shiloh looked up at him, her eyes cold. Yet, despite herself, glistening tears escaped from the corners of her eyes and traced down her cheeks.

Her voice trembled. "Andrew, do you truly not know what you did to me?"

Andrew suddenly stopped. He felt as if he had been plunged into an icy abyss. "Why are there so many bruises on you? Did I… did I leave all these marks? What exactly did I do to you, Shiloh? I swear, I genuinely can't remember any of it. In that final moment, the residual Blood Pith energy was driving me insane."

Shiloh's face remained expressionless. "Stop with the fake concern. Andrew, you do understand that once something like this happens, it can't be taken back, right?"

Andrew blurted out, " There is a way to make it right… At the very least, I can take responsibility for you."

Shiloh looked at him with utter disbelief. "What did you say? You'll take responsibility, so you can do it to me a second time, a third time? Until finally, I become your woman, letting you have your way whenever you want?"

Andrew quickly shook his head. "That's not what I meant at all! At the very least, next time, I would seek your consent first. I wouldn't touch you unless you agreed."

Shiloh took a deep breath, then suddenly lunged forward and sank her teeth into Andrew's neck. "You bastard, I'll fight you to the death!"

Andrew did not move, allowing her to bite down hard.

Blood quickly began to flow from the wound.