Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You

Rafael could not take it anymore and shouted, "Mosby, just accept the challenge already! You've got decades of medical mastery-what's there to fear? Kill him with it!"

Quinton, ever the chaos-stirrer, chimed in again. "Exactly, Dr. Lake! Believe in yourself. Andrew is bluffing-no way he'd really go all in! But hey, if he does... well then, pretend I didn't say anything."

Mosby's apprentices all turned to glare at Quinton, seething with rage. Then, they turned back toward their mentor, bowing respectfully.

"Dr. Lake, go forth with confidence! No matter what happens, even if something... unfortunate occurs, we'll take care of all the madams-day and night, with full devotion!"

Mosby's body trembled. For a fleeting moment, he seriously considered conceding to Andrew on the spot-just to survive this madness. Then, maybe sprint up to the stands and dismember every single one of those so-called apprentices.

As for that bastard Quinton? He wanted to castrate him, then force-feed him his own manhood.

He thought they were a bunch of heartless beasts-just to bring down Andrew, they clearly did not care whether he lived or died.

Mosby wanted to scream, to howl, to unleash all the rage churning in his gut. Meanwhile, Preston and Clifford both let out cold, synchronized grunts.

now, hand over the title of Grand Physician and let the Lazarus Blueprint fall into new hands... Or you fight-right here, right now-and send that

dead instantly,

for the drama, Preston and Clifford's reasoning was sharp and strategic, brutal,

be branded a coward by everyone present. Grinding his teeth, he finally snarled at Andrew, "Fine! I'll

bothered to respond. He simply picked up the glass of clear water in

muttered casually under his breath, "A bit of Necrotic Dust to ensure complete decay... A dash of

your brain incubate a nest of worms. But the sweetest and most delicious has to be Nightshade f the Grim Reaper wants you dead

was not just trying to kill him he wanted to annihilate him, body and soul. With that deadly combo, even an immortal would have to take a

desperation, Mosby finally made his move. A cloud of toxic powders rained into his

His voice cracked into a guttural roar, like a beast driven into

and shoved the rest

"What are you

dumbfounded, wondering what

a bright smile.

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