Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase

Chapter 969:

But Marisa grabbed Ethan’s arm and pulled him toward Baylor. She recognized that, coward or not, Baylor’s instincts were right.

If they lingered, Maia might be forced to defend them, slowing her down at the worst possible moment.

Across the ring, Tyrant’s expression grew dark with concentration. With every miss, frustration mounted as he struck nothing but empty space.

At first, he’d assumed Maia simply relied on quick feet and athleticism to avoid his attacks. A few exchanges later, experience told him something deeper was at play.

This wasn’t just about speed. Maia wielded absolute command over the tempo, dictating every beat of their contest.

From the crowd, a spectator leapt to his feet and shouted, “What is happening right now? Look at how perfectly she dodges!”

rising with excitement. “Does she know exactly where Tyrant’s swinging? Is Maia reading his mind or something? At this rate, Tyrant’s going to tire out

the audience, every corner

disbelief took over. “Can someone really reach such a height? In all my years here — no, in all my days

seats, Raegan watched, tension pulling her brows tight. Her gloved fingers traced the rim of her mask, and her

time she had underestimated Maia, but each time, Maia had

Lɑτєѕτ cнαρτєrs 𝑖n g𝓪l𝗇ovєl𝑠.𝓬o𝓶

some secret training. The idea that Maia might actually

there was something unsettling — no records hinted at Maia’s experience. Training histories were blank. Nothing

moved, the uncanny awareness, and a perfect sense of rhythm outstripped even Tyrant, the so-called king of the arena.

Instead, Maia wove together elements from different disciplines,

breath, and the shadow of The Mask’s leader drifted through her mind. That individual was the only one in her memory whose fighting style blended all

Maia had picked up those