Rewriting Fate with My Apex War Goddess (by Ezekiel Valor) novel Chapter 569

Chapter 569 A Trap

That single moment stole the breath from every throat in the stadium.

Everyone braced themselves to witness something that felt almost mythical.

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Griffin watched the scene unfold, his mind racing with dark frungry thoughts. A woman that extraordinai needed to belong to him, whatever it took to claim her.

Those hundreds upon hundreds of golden arrows tore straight through the shimmering moon.

For one brief instant, the moon actually managed to hold the assault back.

But that instant didn’t last.

The moon, forged entirely from raw water energy, began splintering apart, cracks spreading through it like a web.

An instant later, in full view of every witness, it shattered completely.

It dissolved into a scattering rain of drifting light.

But the attack wasn’t finished yet.

The golden arrows didn’t fade after breaking through. They surged forward again, straight toward Fellaria

That searing, overwhelming pressure radiating off them made Fellaria feel the cold breath of death itself.

She had no time left to defend. The golden arrows reached her body in an instant.

Every single one struck home, tearing straight through her battle armor.

Under that kind of assault, Fellaria should have been reduced to a bloody sieve within seconds.

Yet Bianca hadn’t released the technique.

The teachers and students from Oakridge Academy watched with mounting panic.

If Fellaria suffered a wound that struck too deep, the cost would be catastrophic.

Right in that final critical instant, time itself seemed to freeze.

Every golden arrow froze in place, hovering just where they’d pierced her battle armor.

Robby’s silhouette appeared on the stage.

“You’ve lost.”

Fellaria stared at the girl hovering in the air above her, wreathed in flame, her expression a tangle of complicated emotion.

She nodded, “I’ve lost.”

Chapter 569 A Trap

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Robby nodded back and gave a single wave of his hand. The golden arrows reversed course, pulling free from her battle armor before dissolving completely into the open air.

Over in the Oakridge section, a collective sigh of relief swept through the crowd. At least nothing irreversible had happened.

Robby’s voice rang out clear and strong across the stadium. “Bianca wins!”

The crowd erupted into thunderous, deafening cheers.

“Biarica!”

“Bianca!”

The chant rolled through the stands as countless young men screamed her name with something bordering on religious devotion.

She’d won over more admirers than anyone could count.

Bianca released the last of her power and turned to walk back toward Steven’s side.

The roar of the crowd took a long time to finally settle.

That single fight had made sure every single person watching, not just from Orroux but from more than a dozen other mid sized cities, would remember her name for years to come.

She’d been nothing short of breathtaking out there.

Whatever future awaited her, it clearly had no ceiling.

Rowenville Academy basked in the reflected glory of that moment.

Steven smiled at Bianca. “To be silent until you strike, and when you finally do, the whole world takes notice. You just keep getting more impressive by the day.”

A faint blush colored Bianca’s cheeks, and she said playfully, “No matter how impressive I get, I’m still just your Bianca.”

Steven grinned, clearly delighted.

Watching that little exchange left more than a few onlookers green with envy.

Jacques and the others like him finally understood the gap standing between themselves and a woman Bianca. Someone like her was meant to be admired from a distance, never something to be claimed carelessly.

Still, the longing gnawed at him. Was there really no way to have her for himself?

He couldn’t quite let go of that resentment

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