Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 3390

Azrael's voice carried through the walls of Cliffside Gate loud and clear. Every member of the Cavendish royal family heard it, and so did Andrew.

Cormac let out a cold scoff. "Ignore him, Andrew. Don't even bother."

Asher nodded in agreement. "Azrael's play is obvious. He wants to wound you or kill you and create an opening for the Three Empires' allied forces. But we don't have to take that bait. As long as we hold Cliffside Gate, the ones who can't afford the delay will be the allied armies."

Andrew chuckled and said, "I know exactly what he's after... But here's the thing: what Azrael wants out of this might be the same thing we want. If I can take him out, the Cavendish royal family pushes out immediately and sweeps through the coalition in one move. The entire northern situation gets settled right there and then, doesn't it?"

Asher's expression shifted with visible unease. "That's… Well, Azrael isn't your average martial god. Please don't take that risk."

Cormac looked at Andrew. "If Azrael actually falls, the coalition outside that gate collapses on its own. But what are the odds you pull it off?"

Andrew picked up his sword and launched himself off the top of Cliffside Gate without another word. "Only one way to find out."

Two massive waves of energy collided in the open air outside the gate an instant later.

Andrew's greatsword met Azrael's spear in a clash that sent a shockwave of force rippling outward in every direction.

Andrew came in wide and aggressive, his strikes broad and relentless. Azrael matched him with equal intensity, every last drop of his pent-up frustration and his burning desire to end Andrew fueling every blow.

For both of them, this was exactly the opening they had been waiting for.

When two armies reached a deadlock with no way through, the death of a key figure on either side could tip the entire balance in a single moment.

Andrew understood that, and Azrael clearly did too. Hence, from the second they met, neither of them wasted a single breath on words. They just fought, fully and without holding anything back.

On top of Cliffside Gate, the Cavendish royal family's experts and Nyx gradually gathered to watch, all anxious.

Atticus kept his eyes fixed on the fight below. He said to Cormac and Asher, "The moment anything goes wrong for Mr. Lloyd, the two of you move immediately."

Shiloh said calmly, "If you want to call me that, I genuinely don't mind. But if you have nothing important, leave. Don't disturb my cultivation."

Nyx replied, "Actually, I do have something important to say. Andrew is already fighting the commander of the Three Empires' allied forces. Shiloh, can you go out and help him?"

Shiloh answered indifferently, "I'm not interested."

Nyx did not push. "Shiloh, you should think carefully. Andrew is the father of your child. If you don't help him, Remyn will lose his father."

Remyn, who had been playing nearby, immediately looked at Shiloh timidly.

In a small, pleading voice, he said, "Mommy, can you go help Daddy? I just found him, and I don't want anything to happen to him!"