Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You

Blood foam dripped from the corners of his mouth, flowing continuously. "You... have such terrifyingly powerful inner strength. With just one hand, you could shatter my heart. Andrew, you're definitely not an ordinary person. I-I

underestimated you!"

After delivering these final words, the third-ranked fighter on the Underworld Index died.

The sound of machetes being brandished rose again from both sides as they closed in for the kill.

Andrew chuckled lightly and strolled forward, casually picking up two morning stars from the ground.

He tested their weight and frowned. "Too light."

Then, with a burst of force, his right hand launched upward. The first attacker, who had barely reached him, had his blade shattered and his body wrecked by a single blow.

The man was dead before he hit the ground.

With a low growl, Andrew spun the morning star in a clean arc, ignoring the blades all around him. The alley echoed with the clash of metal, and countless weapons were smashed apart in seconds.

His blood boiled, which was dangerous because it meant Andrew had truly given in to his bloodlust.

but there were still about 18 of Marcelo's

like this. With two

agonized screams were brief yet

were bloodthirsty and fearless of death, but unfortunately,

fearless was one thing-being capable of surviving was another. You could be as ruthless as you wanted,

the dark alley, lit only by the neon haze of the

even the

Andrew Stood among the bodies scattered everywhere. With

morning star from his

had splattered on his body, which made him

back to the Ulrich residence, so he turned around and

screeched to a stop, their tires screaming against the curb. Doors flung open, and a

them were Logan

you okay?" Aspen cried, her face pale as paper. She rushed toward him but stopped halfway, frozen in

Andrew was

but

Andrew into the alley, and his eyelid