Game Over Not Over for Me novel Chapter 55

Chapter 55: With a Single Thrust

Though it was but one brief moment, the scene unfolded with intense swiftness.

Suddenly, hundreds of Nightwalkers emerged from the shadows, surging forward with reckless abandon toward Starshard.

They moved like wild beasts, utterly indifferent to danger or death.

Their speed was astonishing, their strength formidable, and each one carried a deadly intent.

In the blink of an eye, they reached the edge of the well.

Leona’s eyes sharpened, cold and piercing like ice.

“How dare you bring death into the royal palace?” she demanded, her voice cutting through the chaos.

Without hesitation, she stepped forward, and an instant blast of frost erupted outward from her.

The first wave of Nightwalkers at the front froze solid, their bodies encased in shimmering ice.

Then, with a sudden shatter, the frozen figures exploded into sparkling shards, their forms breaking apart into icy fragments.

Veyla was not about to be overshadowed. A staff materialized in her hand as she began to chant strange, twisting incantations under her breath.

Almost immediately, the advancing Nightwalkers began to explode one after another, but instead of blood, their bodies burst into chunks of ice.

By now, the palace guards had shaken off their initial shock and rushed forward, quickly forming a tight defensive line.

Amid the chaos, a swift and agile woman from the Nightwalker ranks blurred forward, breaking through the others with alarming speed.

With a sudden swoosh, a dagger glowing with a sickly green light flew from her hand—undoubtedly poisoned.

In midair, the blade multiplied, splitting first into nine, then into eighty-one smaller daggers.

The guards who were struck did not die instantly; instead, their bodies hardened, turning into lifeless stone statues.

“Medusa’s Poison!” Veyla’s face turned icy as she swung her staff again.

Eighteen crystalline chains of ice shot out from every direction, aiming to ensnare the assassin.

But the woman was too quick for the naked eye. In a blink, she was behind Veyla.

Veyla’s eyes widened in alarm.

Her body shattered into delicate snowflakes, drifting away on the wind before reforming a moment later, whole once more.

Cold sweat beaded on her forehead—had she been even a second slower, she would have been turned to stone.

Though the assassin’s strike missed, Leona’s counterattack was already in motion.

Above the assassin’s head, a massive circle of ice magic appeared, unleashing a relentless rain of razor-sharp ice spikes.

The woman tried to flee, but her legs began to freeze solid.

With a sudden slam, she struck the ground, shattering the ice beneath her, then blurred forward, charging directly at Leona.

Leona’s expression tightened with resolve.

Mages like her dreaded nothing more than assassins built for sudden, devastating bursts of damage.

Especially now, when no one was guarding her back.

Just as before, the assassin appeared behind Leona in an instant, dagger poised for a lethal strike.

Clang!

The blade struck an ice shield.

Cracks spiderwebbed across the shield’s surface before it shattered into pieces.

But as the shield fell, Leona had already vanished.

Forced back, the assassin did not pursue her. Instead, she raced toward Starshard Well.

Her true objective wasn’t killing—it was breaking the seal.

“Stop her!” Leona shouted urgently.

In the distance, Veyla raised her staff, preparing to strike.

But then she froze, as if a sudden thought had stopped her mid-action.

Grayson’s earlier reaction had confirmed it—Leona had found a way to hurt him.

If these Nightwalkers were stopped and Leona truly killed Grayson, it would benefit Astralon.

But for Veyla? That was a different matter entirely.

She hesitated, then deliberately slowed her spellcasting, pretending to charge a powerful incantation.

Leona didn’t care about political games at this moment. She understood the stakes better than anyone.

Her priority was clear: she had to stop that assassin.

From her back, ice wings erupted, propelling her forward like a streak of shimmering light.

But barely a few steps had passed before a pitch-black tentacle snaked around her, coiling tightly.

She couldn’t follow.

And the formation mages hadn’t anticipated Veyla targeting the assassin; they hadn’t prepared a strong enough binding to stop him.

Leona’s fists clenched tightly.

She knew other Astralon elites lurked nearby, but none stepped forward.

Later, they would claim they “weren’t there.”

Many of them shared Veyla’s mindset.

Before Leona’s return, Astralon’s factions had long been entrenched in their rivalries.

If she rose to power, they would be forced to choose sides once more.

So, they preferred to halt her rise entirely, ensuring nothing would change.

Her eyes narrowed, a shard of cold light flashing within them.

She already understood.

“Time to use my trump card,” she thought.

A deep, powerful force within her core began to stir.

If no one moved before the final moment, she would unleash it—no matter the cost.

“How dare you!!” The shout tore through the air.

From above, a woman clad in gleaming ice armor descended, wielding a sword forged of pure ice.

She landed heavily, frost exploding outward in every direction.

Ordinary Nightwalkers froze instantly, shattering into icy fragments.

The shadowy figure caught sight of her and fled like a rat spotting a cat.

But he was too late.

With a flash of her sword, a single strike of icy energy cleaved him in two, freezing both halves solid.

With a single, powerful thrust of her blade, both frozen statues erupted into shards.

Her gaze then swept over Leona and Veyla.

“All you do is claw for the throne,” she said coldly. “Look at yourselves—this is what your strength has come to?”