Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 3029

Besides the humans, there were also over a dozen vampires and sirens, their hands and feet bound in shackles.

The moment they entered the steel hall, terror flooded their faces as they began struggling frantically. Yet, it was as if some higher power was suppressing these vampires and sirens from above. Aside from their faces turning pale with fear and their bodies trembling violently, they could do nothing else.

As for the majority of the human slaves, it went without saying. There were elders, children, men, and women, and every one of them stared ahead with hollow eyes, long stripped of any spark of life.

At this point, they did not even know what fear was. They simply stood there blankly.

Low, heavy breathing and sounds of hungry craving echoed from Ragnar on the throne, filling the cavern.

"Kaelen, hurry, give them to me! I need fresh, burning blood and flesh right now…"

Kaelen remained expressionless as he waved his hand. At once, all the slaves were driven forward. Then came piercing screams, desperate howls, and frantic pleas for mercy.

A mass of black shadow tore through them in moments, devouring every last slave. The sound was like an industrial meat grinder, horrifying beyond anything human.

At last, the chaos settled, and several massive bones were thrown from the darkness, rolling to Kaelen's feet.

Ragnar laughed and said, "Perfect… What a delicious feast! Kaelen, my child, you're indeed very devoted."

As the lighthearted voice sounded, a smiling man walked out. The purple-red coat on his body had turned completely crimson, and the sunken ribs on his chest were gone. In their place were bulging muscles, hard like stone.

That hideous, disgusting face had changed as well, and it was now full, fleshed out, and sharply defined.

Kaelan released a howl of absolute agony. His entire face contorted from the extreme pain.

Ragnar grinned savagely. "Power requires a price to be paid! Kaelan, this is your second time receiving the Progenitor's power. I hope you'll accomplish more this time, though it doesn't really matter. I'll reclaim the werewolf clan's dignity myself! You worthless fools have disgraced us for far too long and far too many times! Now get out!"

Dragging his wounded body, Kaelan said nothing as he left the Dark Sacred Mountain. When he emerged from the cave, his entire body began crackling and writhing, twisting violently.

Deep within his muscles, meridians, and even his blood, drastic changes erupted. The massive wounds just inflicted, along with the injuries Andrew had left earlier, instantly healed.

Kaelan's body trembled as he closed his eyes and tilted his head toward the sky. He murmured, "I've finally become a Dark Prince. But the soul-rendering pain and the agony of losing my son can never be forgotten. Andrew, I'll kill you with my own hands!"