Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) novel Chapter 3387

Shiloh stepped outside the vault and stood still for a moment, taking in the open expanse stretching out before her.

The look in her eyes deepened into something unreadable. She took in a long, slow breath, then let it out. And then the energy around her began to rise.

Without any catalyst, without any outside help, as naturally as breathing, her power surged toward the Beyond Mortal threshold and crashed through it like it had always belonged there.

She mumbled coldly, "Lilith, let's see if this is the time you finally fall."

Later, Shiloh crossed her legs and sat down on a large rock, forcing herself into stillness. Yet, her heart was anything but calm.

Her memories had fully returned. She was the last surviving descendant of the Greene family. She had awakened again and again across the ages, wandering through the mortal world.

Now the missing pieces of her memory had finally fused back into her soul. She remembered who she was and how long she had lived.

It had been a very long time.

Empires had risen and fallen, and the world had changed beyond recognition.

"Andrew," she murmured to herself, barely above a whisper. "Should I kill him or not?"

She had once stood at the absolute peak of Holtrien, a figure so powerful that the Eight Ancient Sects answered to her without question. Yet, somewhere in the fog of lost memories, in the cycle of rebirths and wandering, she had ended up with this man named Andrew Lloyd.

She had figured it out quickly enough. Andrew had to be a descendant of Valerius, a man who had once fought alongside her as an equal, someone from her own era, her own tier.

Yet somehow, through a twist of fate she still could not fully make sense of, she had ended up losing herself to his descendant.

If it were not for Remyn, Shiloh would have acted on the impulse more than once already. She would never tolerate any man claiming her body, especially not some young man she had only met in this modern age, after living for so many centuries.

In the eyes of the fully awakened Shiloh, Andrew was just another young, presumptuous man.

Yet, there was another feeling that she could not shut down, no matter how hard she tried.

Andrew walked forward and sat beside Shiloh on the rock. Before he could settle, she slid away without even looking at him.

"Don't," she said flatly. "I have my memories back now. That kind of familiarity feels like an overstep."

Andrew let out a short, amused laugh. "I've done a lot worse than sitting next to you, and you know it."

Shiloh's eyes narrowed. "Your ancestor, Valerius, would have addressed me as a senior. So watch yourself, kid."

Shiloh snorted softly, but at least she did not refuse.