Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 1529

It did not take long—just about ten seconds—before Andrew spotted Chantelle. He also saw a massive black Dire Tiger, and the beast currently had someone clamped in its enormous jaws—it was Ralph.

Ralph was still gripping his curved blade, which had carved two gashes across the black tiger's head, causing blood to stream down. However, it had no effect whatsoever. If anything, the attack had only enraged it more.

The giant jaws crushed down harder on Ralph's shoulder, and in two powerful leaps, the Dire Tiger landed on the rooftop of a nearby stone building. At such close range, and now in broad daylight, Andrew could see just how incredibly massive this beast truly was.

From an ecological standpoint, it made no sense. There was no way a beast of this size could naturally exist in these mountain forests as it would need to devour a whole ridge's worth of prey just to survive.

However, this was not the time to question how a place like Gallow's End could produce such a monster.

Ralph's screams pierced the air, rising into a howl of raw agony. Even if they managed to save him, Andrew could already tell half his body was as good as lost.

And worse still, the so-called survival expert had taken a swipe across the face. One side of it was torn to shreds, the flesh peeled back so far that Andrew could see raw gums and exposed red muscle.

With every ragged breath, blood gushed out from the gaps in his face like a gruesome fountain.

Chantelle had collapsed to the ground, scrambling backward, trembling all over. Only when Andrew reached her did she manage to rise.

"Mr. Lloyd, please save him, you have to save him! That Dire Tiger came out of nowhere, and he had no warning at all! Mr. Sutton, just hold on—we're coming for you."

Her voice had become completely incoherent and was now tinged with sobs.

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