Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You

The Voice of the Oracle sneered. "You've already been marked. I'm giving you

one chance-get on your knees now and accept the baptism. Otherwise, you'll be

dragged into a pit of eternal damnation!"

Andrew replied flatly, "Then I'll give you a chance-take off that stupid hood and

show me your damn face! And while you're at it, drop to your knees and receive

the gift of rebirth from me!"

The Voice of the Oracle exploded with rage and reached for a weapon.

Just then, a whistling sound could be heard, and a golden needle pierced straight

through their palm. They only had time to let out a miserable scream before

Andrew lunged in and landed a brutal kick across their face.

The Voice of the Oracle spun a full 180 degrees in the air before crashing heavily

to the ground.

Andrew stepped forward, stomped on the person's chest, and yanked the hood

off.

It was actually a bald man. Right in the center of his shiny scalp was a tattoo of a

red venomous snake.

The Voice of the Oracle, Nathan Fox, gasped, "Andrew, you're the prey that the

High Oracle has marked! No matter how much you struggle, you can't escape..."

After letting out a sinister laugh, Nathan threw up a mouthful of blood and died on

the spot.

Andrew crouched to inspect him. Just as he thought, the guy had poison hidden in

ready to end his life at the first sign of capture. Just

did not find a single

his tongue in

chin, he debated calling Shiloh. She had a

for profit. She might even want to harvest this bald guy's kidneys

the dark web. After a second thought, he decided to skip it

mouth of the alley, a group of over

Each held a machete and

presence menacing and sharp.

the other way. However, at the

another wave of men appeared, in the same suits,

was boxed in

ranks emerged Ezra, dragging a massive morning star behind

as it

over 100 pounds, and it was covered

a weapon; it was

walk into this disaster. Whatever, I'm not

trouble and bash your head against a wall,

his palm and began cracking

back.

"You cocky little punk, calling Mr. Byrne

or not? If you're not,

shrugged. "Then

are

be

guys are swinging

unfair, don't

taken aback and

laughter. "Mr. Lloyd,

scared that you've

Of course we're

killers. That's kind of

genius. And

to chop you

up unarmed would

disrespectful to the occasion."