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.

there were still about 18 of

Andrew cut loose like this. With two loud bangs, his weapons met two

were brief yet

elite fighters under Marcelo were bloodthirsty and fearless of death, but

surviving was another. You could be as

neon haze of the distant nightlife, there

even the

scattered everywhere. With two clanging sounds, he

morning star from

had splattered on his body, which made him

no point in heading back to the Ulrich residence, so he turned around and walked

their tires screaming against the curb. Doors

were Logan and

Aspen cried, her face pale as paper. She

was a blood-soaked

wide, beautiful eyes trembled. She couldn't help but

Andrew into the alley, and his eyelid