Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 3382

The one leading the group had a pale, almost sickly complexion. His features were androgynous, his entire presence radiating a dense, suffocating dark energy that seemed to cling to the air around him.

He let out two short, eerie laughs before sweeping his cold eyes across Andrew and the others.

"The Lloyd family's Dragon Prince and the Greene family's Saintess… If you know what's good for you, step aside right now. Everything here belongs to me!"

The two Guardians flanking him did not even try to hide their excitement, their eyes wild and frenzied as they took in the mountains of gold and silver all around them and broke into loud, triumphant laughter.

Nyx scoffed coldly. "They must be from the Crimson Flame Cult. Let's just wipe them out and be done with it."

Andrew said suddenly, "Stand down! Nyx, Shiloh, Joe… Let them through."

Everyone froze for a moment, thrown off by the instruction. However, the quiet, unreadable smirk on his face made it clear he already had a plan. Hence, without another word, they all stepped aside.

The Crimson Flame Cult's High Oracle barely spared Andrew a glance. "The Lloyd family's Dragon Prince, it's a shame my people failed to take you when they had the chance back then. Then again, what we lost on one end, we gained on the other."

He added, "Years ago, my operatives infiltrated Holtrien and uncovered the Greene family's greatest secret. All my patience and careful planning finally paid off."

He drifted toward the stone platform like a man in a trance, his eyes tracing the names carved into its surface. Then, he extended his hand and began writing his own name in the blank space below.

Andrew's eyes narrowed sharply.

The High Oracle of the Crimson Flame Cult, known as the Crimson Flame Lord, was a citizen of Auqania, though his roots traced back to Holtrien. He did not hesitate for even a second as he carved his name boldly beneath the others, right alongside the likes of Wyrmhelm and the rest.

Andrew wondered if this place could really grant any desire someone named on that platform might have.

The name "Crimson Flame Lord" now sat etched at the bottom of the list. Yet nothing in the vault changed.

Everyone stood still, confused. Even the Crimson Flame Lord looked uncertain, his confidence flickering as he scanned the room before letting his gaze settle back on the pedestal.

The shockwave that erupted from his body hit like a physical force.

Andrew felt it instantly, and his expression went stone-cold as he realized this was not the same man who had walked through that entrance.

The Crimson Flame Lord was already at a Beyond Mortal level of strength, but what Andrew was sensing now was something else entirely. He had jumped ahead by at least a full tier.

Shiloh had hit her limit. "You twisted lowlife! Get the hell out of the Greene family's territory!"

The Crimson Flame Lord laughed and swatted back with one casual palm strike, unleashing a massive surge of dark energy that sent Shiloh flying across the chamber.

Andrew no longer hesitated and shouted, "Nyx!"