The Elves' Unforeseen Demise
"Those colossal giants, so massive yet so meek. It appears the rumors were indeed accurate," Jibril proclaimed disdainfully as she soared through the sky, her displeasure evident on her beautiful countenance. Even in her fury, her beauty exuded an undeniable grace.
Though, if the giant race were to hear her words, their fury might burst forth like a volcanic eruption. Jibril had tormented them relentlessly day in and day out. Initially, the giants had shown the zeal to engage in combat, but the Flügels proved to be elusive as slippery eels. Their spatial abilities were a profound nuisance; whenever they faced defeat, they'd escape unscathed, while the giants bore the brunt of the confrontation.
Jibril, after fleeing, would mend her wounds and return, ready to spar once more. It had become unbearable!
"Alas—!" At that moment, Jibril felt a jolt of electricity course through her body. Her ability to fly vanished, and she plummeted to the ground.
"Dong—!" She collided headfirst with an unexpected obstruction, leaving her head throbbing in pain. Yet, there were no stones or obstacles below; instead, it was the Elven defense barrier that lay beneath her. The barrier's concealment unveiled a breathtaking sight of flourishing flora, tree-formed abodes, and diligent inhabitants, their distinct pointed ears emphasizing their Elven heritage.
Ranked seventh among the races, the Elves were renowned for their remarkable magical aptitude.
"Unbelievable! Grounded by those wretched woodland monkeys!" The impact had not only caused a substantial bump on her head, but it had also exacerbated Jibril's already sour mood.
Without restraint, Jibril summoned Elemental energy, forming a colossal dark energy sword that she wielded to strike the barrier.
"Dang—!" "Crack-!" Thunderous sounds reverberated, causing eardrums to throb painfully as the defense barrier fractured under Jibril's relentless assault.
Panic erupted among the forest Elves below. A high-ranking female Elf with lustrous blonde hair fixated her gaze on Jibril in the sky.
"Blast it all, it's a Flügel! And not just any Flügel, but the exceptional Jibril, the war enthusiast!" the high-ranking Elf through gritted teeth.
"Think, what's our course of action?" her companion asked frantically. Despite the Elves holding the seventh place in the racial hierarchy, just one spot below the Flügel, it was a mere facade. In reality, the Flügels were akin to gods in the heavens, while the Elves were but ants on the ground.
"Seal the sanctum, safeguard the Magic Grimoires, and defend with all your might!" Think commanded with determination. Despite her status as an Elven prodigy, having achieved the rank of Octo-Caster at a tender age with the ability to wield eight superior spells simultaneously, they still paled in comparison to the Flügels.
The Elves' alarm bells resounded, rallying thousands of forest Elves to mount a vigorous defense.
"Heh, resembling a tortoise shell, are we?" Jibril, observing that the defense barriers had significantly fortified under the Elves' efforts, furrowed her brow.
With a sneer, she initiated a substantial Elemental reaction in both her wings, the cerebral light wheel spinning rapidly. Raising her hands, she concentrated her energy.
"No, that's the Flügels' forbidden technique, Heavenly Smite! Defend with everything you have!" Think, who comprehended Jibril's intentions, shouted in alarm, her eyes widened.
Other Elves trembled in fear, straining to channel their Elemental powers.
"Heavenly Smite!!!!"
Nonetheless, their efforts proved futile. Jibril, with a malicious grin, hurled the Heavenly Smite, condensing over 90% of her power into the attack. She moved to a safe distance to shield herself from the shockwave, as she had learned from her previous encounter.
In an instant, the initial layer of defense barriers shattered as if made of paper, the radiant light intensifying.
The ensuing explosion unleashed an overwhelming surge of energy, obliterating the Elves' protective boundary. Despite the Elves' valiant attempts to repel most of the force, the shockwave still ravaged the Elven capital, decimating nearly half of the population.
The remaining Elves, led by Think, fled in haste with a few precious Magic Grimoires.
"Those wretched woodland monkeys proved to be somewhat useful. After venting my frustration, I do feel rather relieved," Jibril mused as she gazed upon the aftermath of her grand spectacle—an explosion of unparalleled magnitude.
Once the smoke cleared and the shockwave dissipated, Jibril began her search for the magic grimoires. To her, the techniques of the Elves held a modicum of utility, particularly their magic grimoires, which could enhance her strength.
Unbeknownst to Riku, the early confrontation with Jibril had triggered a butterfly effect, altering Jibril's intended path and resulting in the premature destruction of the Elven nation—more than half a year ahead of schedule.