Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 1702

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 his molars, ready to end his life at the first sign of capture. Just like that, his only lead was gone, and he did not find a single answer.

He clicked his tongue in annoyance. "How lame."

Scratching his chin, he debated calling Shiloh. She had a thing lately for flipping corpses for profit. She might even want to harvest this bald guy's kidneys to sell on the dark web. After a second thought, he decided to skip it and head back.

Just as he reached the mouth of the alley, a group of over a dozen men in black suits rounded the corner. Each held a machete and moved in formation, their presence menacing and sharp.

Andrew smiled and quickly bolted the other way. However, at the far end of the alley, another wave of men appeared, in the same suits, with the same blades.

He was boxed in with no way out.

From their ranks emerged Ezra, dragging a massive morning star behind him. Sparks flew as it scraped the pavement.

This thing had to weigh over 100 pounds, and it was covered in jagged spikes.

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