Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 3027

This place was a region perpetually shrouded in dark clouds, surging with sinister energy. A pale, ghostly moon hung motionless in the sky above. Staring at it too long from the ground could easily leave one dizzy and disoriented.

It was the werewolf clan's headquarters, the Dark Sacred Mountain. It belonged to no nation in the world. From ancient times, it had been occupied by the werewolf clans alone.

According to legend, the world's first werewolf was born in the demonic cavern beneath the Dark Sacred Mountain.

As Kaelan walked through the empty, dark, and evil canyon filled with massive boulders and jagged rocks, the massive bronze pillars on the sides suddenly ignited with cold, dim flames in their braziers.

These flames gave light but no warmth. Instead, the passage ahead grew even colder as they burned.

Several crows flew overhead. They landed on the dead, withered tree trunks perched on the mountainside beside the canyon. Then, they began pecking at the twisted corpses hanging from the branches.

These bodies had been mostly drained of blood, though dark red stains were still visible on their surfaces. Clearly, they had not been dead for more than a week. However, they had not decomposed yet due to the low temperature. Even so, their faces were completely unrecognizable, making them a horrifyingly gruesome sight.

Kaelan's expression remained unchanged, seemingly long accustomed to such sights. Finally, he arrived before the Sacred Mountain of the werewolf clan.

A massive, pitch-black passage opened before him, exhaling icy wind as it led deep into the mountain.

Two restless werewolves stood guard on either side of the passage, saliva dripping from their mouths as continuous growls rumbled from their throats. When they saw Kaelan approaching, they raised their massive heads and released threatening low growls.

Kaelan's expression remained cold. "I need to see the Progenitor!"

He stared at Kaelan with unblinking eyes. "My child, you have not come to the Sacred Mountain to see me in a very long time."

His voice was hoarse and shrill, like a night bird screeching in the dark. Yet, his eyes were terrifyingly bright. They burned with bloodlust, cruelty, and deep, oppressive malice.

Kaelan dropped to one knee, his head bowed. "My respects, Progenitor."

The old man, Ragnar Marrock, let out a strange, rasping laugh. "You and Viktor are both clever ones. You carve out your own territories out there, so of course, you have no time for the Sacred Mountain. Speak, Kaelan. You were born from the other two Progenitors and me… I know your ambition and desire all too well. I know why you have come."

He chuckled and added, "I know you're confused, suffering, and in agony right now."