Betrayed By My Mate, Claimed By His Lycan King Uncle
Chapter 69: You Win So I’ll Show You The Technique.

Chapter 69: You Win So I’ll Show You The Technique.

The targets came at her relentlessly, a never-ending wave of enchanted statues. But she moved like a tempest, ducking, leaping, and rolling between trees, each arrow she fired adding another tally to her invisible count.

And this time around, Dimitri watched in silence. There was no mockery now. No taunting. No progress count.

Just his quiet, unblinking gaze.

’I refuse to die like a dog on this battlefield.’ Sorayah thought to herself with a determined expression.

Another arrow cut through the air all while she spun immediately, twisted mid-air with the grace of a dancer and the fury of a storm, and fired before her boots even kissed the ground. The arrow sang, striking true and took out three targets in a single, fluid shot.

Her bow was changing in her grip, its pulse strange and fierce. It was no longer just a weapon, it was now feeding on something deep inside her. Rage. Pain. Desperation. It throbbed with life, vibrating with her fury as if it were an extension of her soul.

But she wasn’t fast enough.

One of the targets grazed her thigh with its arrow. A searing bolt of pain shot up her leg. She cried out, dropped to one knee, and fired upward with blind fury. The arrow pierced the target’s eye with perfect precision. It crumpled to the ground, its own arrow clattering harmlessly beside it.

She was halfway through.

Thirty-two down.

Eighteen more to go.

But each second felt like an eternity, a slow march through hell itself. Her limbs were heavy, her breathing ragged, and her skin slick with blood, sweat and poison which she isn’t aware of yet.

Her body was weakening, and she could feel it now only then did realization hit her. The arrows used by the targets aren’t ordinary. They were coated with something vile. The wound on her arm still throbbed, unhealed despite her healing magic trying to heal it from within. Whatever the poison was, it wasn’t natural or perhaps the illusion itself had warped the rules of healing. Either way, her body was losing the battle, even as her mind refused to surrender.

I’m ever going to die. Not yet. Sorayah thought to herself with pain painted on her face.

Another arrow soon sliced her arm.

Sorayah screamed, her fingers trembled, and for a heartbeat, she dropped the bow. She flipped backward, landed in a crouch, and without hesitation, yanked a dagger from her belt and hurled it into the nearest target’s eye.

Another one down.

The targets aren’t attacking together anymore but one after the other. It seems like Dimitri is responsible for it. Sorayah thought but then didn’t dwell on it for too long.

She snatched up her bow again with bloody hands and didn’t wait.

She ran.

A blur of fury, she charged toward the nearest group, arrows flying in rapid-fire bursts from her quiver. Her muscles burned, her chest heaved with every breath, but she didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop.

One by one, the targets fell.

"Forty-five!" Dimitri’s voice rang out, rich with mockery, the smirk in his tone unmistakable. "Just five more to go, Sorayah."

Her vision blurred. Blood dripped from her side, her elbow, her lip. Every inch of her was screaming in pain but she didn’t care.

Only five left.

She slid to a halt in the dirt, yanked three arrows into her bow, and let them fly. They soared through the air like vengeful spirits.

Three more down.

Two remaining.

She turned, her hands trembling. Her legs threatened to give out beneath her, and her breath came in shuddering gasps. Every movement hurt. But she kept going.

She notched another arrow.

Her gaze fixed on the next target and just as she was about to release it....

THWIP!

An arrow struck her.

It tore through her back, bursting from her chest with a wet crunch of bone and blood.

Sorayah choked on a gasp. A hot burst of pain ripped through her, and a mouthful of blood spilled past her lips. Her bow slipped from her fingers as the world dimmed.

Around her, the remaining targets continued to fire, unrelenting, mechanical, merciless. The illusion would not stop until fifty had fallen according to Dimitri, and Sorayah hadn’t managed the final two.

But before their arrows could reach her...

Dimitri was there.

In an instant, he stood behind her, one arm wrapped around her to steady her broken frame, the other hand gripping her bow.

Time seem to have frozen as the arrows meant to skewer them hung suspended in midair.

"Y..your Highness...?" Sorayah whispered, her voice so faint it was barely a breath. Blood bubbled at the corner of her mouth.

"Shut up," Dimitri growled, low and dangerous, his gaze still locked on the targets ahead. "You win so I’ll show you the technique."

Sorayah’s knees buckled, but he held her firm.

Blinding blue light soon pulsed from the bow and arrows in her hand, almost blinding that Sorayah had to close her eyes but managed to open them again. Thousands of arrows shimmered into existence, hovering, waiting. Each one glowed with an ethereal, untamed power.

The energy flooded her veins, terrifying, magnificent, overwhelming. She could barely hold on to it as it felt like it would tear her apart before it saved her.

"I...I can’t..." she whispered, her grip faltering.

"You can," Dimitri said, his voice low in her ear. "I’m guiding it. Just trust me."

Together, they moved.

Spinning as one, wrapped in an energy Sorayah didn’t understand but could feel in her bones. The storm of light surged with them. With a single, final cry of defiance, they released the arrow, a wave of blue fire tearing across the field all while Sorayah had shut her eyes.

By the time she open them back, the world settled all while the remaining targets lay broken and soon, they all vanished into smoke.

Before she could speak, before she could even breathe, Dimitri leaned her back in his arms.

Then he crushed his lips against hers with raw intensity, unbothered by the blood staining her mouth.

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