Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 3326

Andrew was overwhelmed with fear, cold sweat pouring down his back. He watched helplessly as Tiana slipped off her last piece of clothing.

Then, she grabbed his hand and placed it against her waist. Biting her lower lip, she moved against him as if riding a horse.

Andrew's thoughts grew more chaotic by the second, and an icy chill spread through his entire body. He knew this was the sign that his mind was about to collapse completely.

If that happened, he would become a creature ruled by madness. He would fall under Byron's control, becoming nothing more than his puppet.

A massive black void opened beneath him, and he felt gravity take hold. He was falling, and at the bottom were even more faces, all turning toward him with expressions ranging from shy affection to longing to outright devotion.

There were Bridget, Arya, and Elaine. Each of them was barely dressed, bodies on full display, utterly shameless in their invitation.

Some of the figures turned and showed him everything; no hesitation, no boundaries left.

Andrew felt his head throb, the pressure building, the chaos swallowing him whole. In the real world, the protective barrier around him began to flicker and flash. It was fracturing, starved of the energy that he could no longer sustain, collapsing piece by piece.

Byron's grotesque, withered face slowly surfaced from the black mist, eyes gleaming with hunger and triumph.

"Once I devour you, I'll ascend to heights beyond imagination. A Beyond Mortal cultivator as prey? There's no sweeter meal than this."

He was trembling with excitement, unable to contain himself any longer.

Finally, the barrier shattered completely. The black mist surged in like a flood, crashing over Andrew from every direction, wrapping him in suffocating darkness.

Byron stood directly before Andrew, and the sword went clean through his chest, punching a hole the size of a barrel straight through his torso before he even had time to react.

He looked down at himself, eyes wide, trembling. "Y-You…"

His face twisted in agony, and he let out a bone-rattling shriek. Yet, somehow, he did not die. He struggled, clawing at the air, trying to pull himself together.

Andrew's expression did not change. His grip on the sword was rock-steady as he swung horizontally, and Byron's head went flying.

And just like that, it was over.

After breaking through to the Beyond Mortal level, Andrew had just claimed his first kill against someone at the same level.