Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 3391

Shiloh frowned and said nothing.

If there was anyone in this world who could still stir her heart, it was her own son. She had lived for centuries, and by some twist of fate, she had given birth to Remyn. Yet she tried her best not to think about it, because every time she did, her emotions spiraled out of control.

She was the Saintess of the Greene family, a living legend in Holtrien's ancient history. Yet, she had been taken to bed by Andrew, a man hundreds of years younger than her, and it had even resulted in a child.

After living so long, she had stopped caring about human emotions and worldly attachments. If trouble arose, she simply erased it. However, this time, it was different. After all, this was her own flesh and blood, and she could not bring herself to let him go.

"Fine. I'll go take a look," Shiloh said.

She stood and walked out, but before leaving, she glanced back at Remyn. "Focus on practicing the technique I taught you. If you don't make progress, I'll deal with you when I return."

Remyn pouted. "I don't really want to train. And if you try to deal with me, I'll go find Daddy!"

Shiloh's expression froze in disbelief.

Nyx nearly burst out laughing on the spot. She quickly told Remyn to behave, then brought Shiloh up to Cliffside Gate.

In the distant sky, Andrew and Azrael were already locked in a brutal fight. Neither could overpower the other.

Azrael roared, and his energy armor blasted out two blue jets like rocket thrusters, launching him higher into the sky. When he reached a greater height, the spear in his hand began to glow with scorching light.

Then, he thrust it downward.

A massive phantom spear, like a towering skyscraper dropping from the clouds, materialized in the sky and slammed toward the ground.

Cormac, Asher, and the others immediately turned pale at the sight.

Andrew, caught in the center of it all, took a deep breath and tightened his grip on his sword. After that, he slashed upward with full force.

Andrew's Primordial Thunder transformed into a massive bolt of red lightning and coiled around the phantom spear. The spear began to break apart, its outer edges trembling violently. However, the red lightning also faded away.

The two forces canceled each other out.

On the walls of Cliffside Gate, Shiloh suddenly let out a cold laugh. No one understood what she meant.

Before long, they saw her slowly raise her right hand toward Azrael in the distant sky and clench her fist tightly.

"How did this happen?"

"Save him! Kill them!"

Inside the allied camp of the Three Empires, every martial god panicked. Soon, their fear turned into fury, and they charged at Andrew without hesitation.

Below them, the city gates swung open.

The entire Cavendish royal family army surged forward in a full-scale assault. What began as a standoff instantly exploded into a sudden annihilation battle.

Only Atticus seemed to sense something deeper. He turned his head and caught a glimpse of Shiloh's retreating figure just as she disappeared.

"Could this truly be fate? Is this the moment the Cavendish royal family will carve its name into Holtrien's thousand-year history?"

Azrael's sudden downfall made no sense to him. Yet deep down, he felt that something monumental was unfolding right before his eyes.