The so-called three-way balance was, in the end, just a wishful thinking of Su'er, Lóni, and Think. Putting aside Su'er and Think, who had already stood together, even if Lóni had grasped the current situation from a macro perspective and reached this balanced state with a silent understanding, this fragile balance was, in the end, only their subjective speculation.
Yes, with the Flügel's intelligence, they could indeed see the current situation on the continent. However, since they were on top from the very beginning, they would not care about this game between the weak. What made them restrain themselves was not their fear of the Dwarf alliance and the Elf alliance uniting, but the command issued by the main god they served—to wait for the opportunity.
And today, this command was lifted.
[Deliver My greetings to the enemy I have chosen.]
The God of War's words spread throughout the entire Flügel at once. These beings, who had the beautiful appearance that Su'er had recognized, cheered and gathered, yearning for a hearty great war. The death of the enemy, their own death, it didn't matter.
Although they didn't know who their god had chosen as their enemy, who in this world was worthy of being the enemy of their invincible god, this long wait had finally ended.
They would offer their lives for their master, enjoy this war, and hang the most precious heads on the buildings of Avant Heim.
The Flügel spread their wings and glided through the blood-red sky in groups. Even the black dust storms they passed through were directly pierced by them. They were traveling in the straightest path.
As the strongest of the three parties, any movement of the God of War and the Flügel was highly monitored, and such a large-scale mobilization could not be concealed. Besides, these Flügel had no intention of hiding at all.
"I didn't expect you, Jibril, to refuse to be the leader of a team... and you're even hiding at the back of the team..." Azril, who was originally flying at the very front, suddenly appeared next to Jibril, who was flying at the back of the team, and whispered. "In the past, you would definitely have volunteered. Did something really go wrong?"
"There's nothing wrong," Jibril gave a negative answer at once. She showed a disgusted expression and pushed Azril, who was about to stick to her, aside. "I just think that at a time like this, only you should be the leader. Aren't you going back to the front, annoying senior?"
The friendly interaction between Jibril and Azril was no secret among the Flügel. The few Flügel around them just held back their laughter and waved their hands. They even deliberately sped up, symbolically avoiding them a bit.
"Imanity?" Azril's voice suddenly became serious as she repeated the word.
It was a subconscious and natural utterance. Jibril only realized it was not good after she said it. Although she didn't have a heart as a physical organ, she genuinely felt the thudding sensation in her chest that Su'er had once talked about.
"Imanity... what is that? Is it what that Elf calls herself? Or... is it that monkey?" As if she didn't hear Jibril's disgusted words, and not even using her usual verbal tic, Azril just said, looking straight ahead.
She didn't get upset and yell as she usually did when she heard Jibril's disgusted words. Her emerald hair fluttered backward with the wind that came at them, as if she was in an audience with her most revered God of War. But Jibril knew that the current Azril was perhaps her true self.
The one she had seen when she was first created, the leader who was filled with killing intent and could be called ruthless even among all the Flügel.
Remaining silent, Azril flew by Jibril's side without saying a word, as if waiting for her answer. And the expression on her face meant that she was serious—she was not the usual silly older sister who always wanted to hug her in her arms, but the leader of the entire Flügel.
"...It's just something not worth mentioning," After a moment, Jibril said in a low voice.
"Is that so?" Not knowing whether she believed it or not, Azril commented without emotion. "Since that's the case, I'll allow you to watch this battle from the back."
She said this lightly and without waiting for Jibril's reply, Azril pierced through space and returned to the very front of the team, leaving Jibril alone at the back.
"I'll allow you to watch this battle from the back"—such words were undoubtedly the most direct insult to any Flügel. Even if you were to go back in time, Jibril was absolutely certain that her past self would have been filled with anger at hearing Azril's words and would have responded to this insult with the blood of her enemies and the fiercest of battles, but...
She said nothing. She was as calm as a cold rock.
The Flügel's superb eyesight allowed Jibril to clearly see the beautiful emerald profile at the very front of the team, and the eyes that were slightly turned back, looking toward the rear.
Was she waiting for something?
Was she disappointed?
Jibril could not observe Azril's thoughts. The only thing she could be sure of was her own mood at this moment... and it was by no means wonderful.
Speeding up slightly, Jibril followed the team in front.
Piercing through the constantly appearing clouds and smashing everything in their way that was trying to scout them, the ruins that Jibril was so familiar with had appeared in her line of sight.
No, calling it a ruin was no longer accurate for this once-abandoned city. At least when she left, Jibril knew that Su'er had plans to reuse this city. The defensive incantations that were scattered and blossoming under the light bullets that Azril had casually thrown out clearly proved this.
The city's defenses could no longer be considered weak. In fact, many of the attacks that the Flügel threw out were directly bounced back. Of course, these small damages would not cause any harm to the flying Flügel.
Seemingly tired of such a boring probe, Azril raised her right hand. Her wings were slightly glowing. The link to the Spirit Corridor was forcibly opened, and a massive amount of Elves was extracted. Like a mischievous child lifting the top layer of dirt from an anthill, the sky above the entire city was directly torn open.
Crashing rubble, magical pillars that couldn't support themselves, and dust and smoke that filled the sky. It was undoubtedly a doomsday-like scene for the beings in this city.