Transmigrated as My Support Mage Avatar-Chapter 98: When Gods Grow Cold

Dila's expression shifted.

The cold wind tugged at her silver-white hair as she raised her staff. Her voice rang out, calm but commanding.

"Earthrea," she said flatly, "attack."

The twin golems stirred. Their cores pulsed with magic as their massive bodies groaned to life again with extra pulsing energy. Stone plates locked into formation. The ground shook with their every step as they surged forward toward Albedo.

But.....

In that instant, Albedo's cheerful smile vanished.

His face… went blank.

All the warmth, the giggles, the confetti-like joy..... gone in a breath.

A dead silence fell.

Dila shift froze mid-step, her staff still raised.

Albedo slowly raised his gaze. His blue eyes, cold and ancient, pierced through her like a blade.

"Do you truly wish to defeat me, Dila?" he asked softly.

His voice wasn't loud—but it cut. Not with volume, but with weight. The kind of voice that echoed in your chest, ancient and full of terrifying calm.

Fran, who had been twirling her dagger a bit like a playful cat moments ago, dropped it. Her hands trembled slightly. Her ears flattened. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Her lips parted. "S-sister…" she whispered. Her knees locked in place, her heartbeat suddenly wild. "I… I-I have goosebumps. That's not the same man from earlier… That's…"

She didn't finish. She didn't need to.

Even the Earthrea golems hesitated mid-attack, confused by the sudden, invisible pressure in the air. Their glowing cores flickered slightly, like a warning.

And high above, on the rock ledge, Zeon's smirk faded.

He stood straighter, arms folding as he watched the king with newfound seriousness. His head tilted, shadows cutting across his eyes.

Then he smiled again this time not with amusement… but awe.

"My, my…" he murmured. "Am I… finally going to witness it? My lord's absolute power?"

His voice held a strange excitement, like a fan finally about to witness a legendary scene that had only existed in rumors.

Back on the field, Albedo didn't move.

He didn't need to.

The sheer stillness around him felt heavy... as if the very world was waiting for his next breath. Bat's had stopped flying. Wind had gone silent. The sky felt darker even with the moon.

Dila stepped forward, planting her foot down with resolve. Her blue eyes narrowed, her heart pounding like a war drum inside her chest.

"I didn't come this far to hesitate," she said coldly.

She raised her staff again.

Fran, swallowing her fear, lifted up her dagger and stood beside Dila. Her tail bristled with tension, but she forced a grin.

"If we're gonna fight a storm… I guess we better hold our ground like trees," she said, trying to steady herself. "Even if we get uprooted…"

The two girls stood side by side.

In front of them, the King of Eldor... Albedo stood completely still.

But even without lifting a finger, he felt like a mountain waiting to fall.

Few moments later......

The air rippled violently—then suddenly, Albedo vanished.

• Health: 25000 / 25000

• Level: 25

• Class Rank: H

• System Buddy: Nari

☆ That last summon drained about 1500 mana, master Dila… that's huge. Without your upgraded mana control, you'd be completely dry by now… ☆ Nari's soft voice echoed in her thoughts, tinged with a worried chime.

Dust was still falling from the cracked partial ceiling of the arena. The shattered remnants of the second golem were smoking in the background its lower half twitching weakly by the broken pillar, where the upper body had been flung and split apart like dry clay that dry like ash.

Dila's breath came in sharp bursts. Sweat rolled down her temple, mingling with the ash in the air. Her hand trembled slightly as she gripped her staff tighter.

"I know, Nari…" she muttered under her breath, her blue eyes locked on the man before her. "Even if, this is dangerously stupid."

Albedo stood a few meters away, surrounded by an ominous swirl of dark energy curling at his feet like living smoke. He hadn't moved since the last strike. Not even a scratch. Not even a sign of effort. The air around him warped subtly, heat and magic humming in dreadful harmony.

Dila clenched her jaw, a jolt of pain running through her chest not physical, but emotional. That man, her father, hadn't even taken her very seriously. Not yet.

"I'm hitting him with everything," she whispered, her voice cracking with frustration, "and he still treats this like a game."

The wind shifted. Somewhere above, a ceiling beam finally gave out, falling and crashing loudly to the side reminding them of the sheer destruction left behind. Smoke curled near the broken golem's hip, twitching pitifully on the stone floor.

Fran slowly took a cautious step back, beads of sweat dripping from her cheek as she whispered, "Sister… I think… this is no longer a sparring match.... This call death match." Gulp.

She was right.

This was a warning.

A clear message from Albedo: You are not ready.

And it stung more than any blow.