My Happy Dragon Life With Supernatural Girls-Chapter 95. Astrid Vs Golem.

The cold intensified, and the mist around them began to freeze mid-air with crystalline motes that drifted slowly downward.

Astrid attacked again.

This time, she did not aim for the core.

She aimed for joints.

The golem copied her.

Blades of frost flashed, and its limbs deflected.

Ice shattered and reformed instantly.

The platform was now layered in fractured ice, with each crack glowing faintly blue before sealing itself again.

Neither combatant spoke.

Neither showed strain.

And the score continued to climb.

Astrid exhaled slowly

Then she stopped trying to end it quickly.

She began to control the space between them.

Ice spread outward in widening circles, and the air thickened.

Her movement became heavier.

The golem followed.

But that was the problem, and Astrid changed nothing.

She simply continued.

But the Cold deepened.

And her breath crystallized.

The platform groaned faintly under the accumulating frost, and the golem’s movements remained flawless.

But something subtle shifted.

The ice beneath its feet began to resist.

Not because it was weak.

But because it was responding, Astrid stepped back.

The golem stepped back, and Astrid raised her hand.

However, the golem raised its hand.

Then she stopped again, and it stopped as well.

Seeing all these, Astrid smiled for the first time.

Well, she barely smiled.

Then she released her control Instantly and the cold collapsed inward.

Not outward.

But the golem reacted a moment too late, and Astrid moved.

Then she vanished, and the temperature plummeted to absolute silence.

Astrid reappeared directly in front of her golem and drove her palm into its chest.

Ice did not explode.

It crystallized inward.

Then the core cracked.

And the golem recoiled, striking back in reflex and driving a blade through Astrid’s side.

Pain flared, and Blood stained the ice.

But Astrid did not flinch.

She stepped closer, and the golem tried to pull back.

But the platform resisted, and Astrid placed her second hand over the fractured core.

Then she closed her fingers, and the entire platform froze solid.

Sound vanished, then the golem shattered.

It broke into thousands of frozen fragments that dissolved into mist before touching the ground.

Astrid stood alone again.

Her breathing was steady, and the score updated.

Meanwhile, back in the arena, the crowd erupted. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

"That was terrifying."

"She never rushed."

"She crushed it without force."

"It was so exciting."

"I love it. "

Hearing all these, Isabella finally allowed herself to smile.

Just a little.

But Astrid vanished, and when she reappeared among the survivors, she stood upright, her wound already sealed with frost.

Across the arena, Aster looked up.

Their eyes met briefly, but the projection crystals flared again.

Numbers rearranged, and whispers spread.

But two names stood at the top.

Prince Astaroth.

Princess Astrid.

Equal scores.

And that means both were perfectly matched.

In other words, a winner has not been decided yet in the tournament.

And this had created a question.

And everyone in the arena felt it.

"What was going to happen now?"

The arena did not cheer right away.

Instead, it felt like it was holding its breath.

The projection crystals hovered high above the stone floor, their surfaces rippling as calculations finalized.

Runes flashed, and Columns shifted.

Names rearranged themselves again and again, as if the system itself were hesitating.

Fifty-eight had entered the final trial.

But only four remained at the very top.

Silence spread slowly, creeping across the stands until even the most restless spectators stopped moving.

Lilith floated forward, with her wings folding neatly behind her.

Her heels touched the stone without a sound as she turned toward the crystals.

"Hmm, the scores have been finalized," she said calmly, and her words echoed across the arena.

The crystals responded, and Light flared.

The rankings appeared, and everyone could see them clearly.

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First place

Prince Astaroth of House Gremory

Score: 947.

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First place

Princess Astrid of House Belphegor

Score: 947

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For a heartbeat, no one reacted, but then the arena exploded in surprise.

"What?"

"They’re tied?"

"Yeah, it’s the same?"

"But that’s impossible."

"No, that’s terrifying."

Names continued to scroll, and everyone could see it.

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Third place

Prince Saber of House Capra

Score: 903

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Third place

Prince Drax of House Pyron

Score: 903

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Seeing this, another pause happened.

No, actually, another shockwave occurred.

The projection crystals zoomed in, splitting the arena view into four separate panes.

Each showed a contender standing calmly among the survivors.

Aster stood relaxed, hands at his sides, his posture seemed loose as if he had just finished warm up rather than a trial meant to crush elites.

On the other hand, Astrid stood straight, her frost still faintly clinging to her boots. Her expression was unreadable, and her eyes were steady and cold.

Saber of Capra leaned slightly on his spear, with his breathing being controlled,

He had a sharp grin tugging at the corner of his mouth as he glanced up at his score.

While Drax of Pyron stood tall with arms crossed, molten veins faintly glowing beneath his skin, eyes burning with restrained impatience.

The crowd roared again.

"This is insane."

"Yeah, this is definitely insane."

"Yeah, tell me about it."

"Two ties at the top?"

"That’s impossible."

"No, this just shows that both of them are monsters."

"Hmm, you do have a point there ."

"But this fifth round was supposed to allow us to know who the champion is. Now, the results seem complicated."

"What are they going to do now?"

The crowds murmured in the surroundings.

Meanwhile, in the royal stands, reactions were anything but subtle.

Rowena leaned forward, with her fingers tightening together. "A perfect tie."

Aurora’s wings rustled softly as she spoke, "This was unexpected."

Meanwhile, Vivian remained still.

Only her eyes shifted.

While Isabella’s gaze lingered on the numbers.

She wasn’t surprised.

Neither was she displeased.

Instead, her gaze was only thoughtful.

"So," Vulcan said at last, as his voice was carried low and rough across the platform. "What now?"

He glanced down and noticed that Lilith was looking at him as well, hoping that he would be able to guide her on what to do, and so he sighed deeply before muttering internally to her mind.

Lilith smiled, and then she nodded in understanding before redirecting her gaze back to the spectators.