Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 1497

At that moment, it felt like the air had frozen. Rafael, Mosby, Kevin, and the mysterious man in the cloak beside Rafael all lunged forward in unison, trying to stop Andrew.

The sudden surge of chaos sent a storm of killing intent rippling through the Wright estate's grand hall.

Tiana shot to her feet, fully alert, her face filled with tension. She silently cursed, 'Damn it, this punk! Is he trying to start a full-blown war right now?'

Destroying the final fragment like this would be no different from cutting Kevin and Mosby's lifelines in half. Obviously, no one would agree with his suggestion.

"Don't move! If anyone takes a step, I'll burn it right here!" Andrew roared.

The lighter in his hand spat out a tall, vicious flame. The torn map hovered dangerously close to its edge.

Mosby's face twitched. He stomped the floor in frustration. "You little bastard! You came prepared, huh? Bringing a damn high-powered lighter with you—what is this, treasure hunting or arson?"

Around the room, the others looked just as miserable. They could tell that Andrew's lighter was not an ordinary lighter at all. The flame it shot out was over eight inches long, burning bright blue and making crackling sounds.

If the map fragment were put over it, it would turn to ash in the time it took to blow a breath. In that split second, no one was confident they could stop Andrew.

"In ancient Holtrien, there's a saying: 'Where tempers cool, gold pools'. My friend, please put down the lighter. Name your price. Whatever it is—we'll make it happen."

What surprised Andrew the most was that the first to cave was not Kevin or Rafael. It was the cloaked man whose face was mostly hidden, speaking in awkward Etharic.

Andrew narrowed his eyes. "And who the hell are you?"

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