As if she had completely lost the ability to operate, Schwi, who was lifted by her neck by Azril, was no different from a truly lifeless object. Her broken body even swayed mechanically with the movement of the Flügel's arm.
"It was a huge waste of time, Nyaa~, but it was a very worthwhile harvest, Nyaa. Now I'll quickly go and help—Aaaahhahhhhahhhhh!!!"
Azril's words had not even finished when her voice suddenly became louder. She screamed as if she had seen the most terrifying thing. It was hard to imagine that there could be a terrifying existence on this planet that could make a Flügel let out such a terrified sound.
Before Azril could even react, a sharp, condensed beam of light directly blasted Schwi, who she was holding in her hand. The huge impact sent the Ex-Machina flying from her hand, and she directly fell into the rainbow-colored spatial fissure, as if she had fallen into a pitch-black sea, and she completely disappeared without a trace.
Not only that, but if she had only fallen into the fissure, it would have been fine. Azril could have easily followed her. But what truly made her let out such an uncontrolled scream was the Elf fluctuation that came right after that attack. That powerful fluctuation that struck her was like an invisible hand that stirred in the spatial fissure, making everything a mess.
"Are you okay, Senior Azril?" Following the attack just now was this sweet greeting, and the face that then appeared at the mouth of the spatial fissure somewhat calmed down Azril's mind, which was about to be so angry that she would faint.
"J-J-Jibril, Nyaa! My collection! My most precious collection, Nyaa!!!" Azril was almost to the point of tears. She was about to pounce on Jibril. "You're going to pay for my collection, Nyaa!!!!"
Yes, Azril had recognized it. The attack that had just sent the Ex-Machina flying from her hand was from Jibril.
"I'm sorry, Senior, the situation was urgent, so I could only do that," While pushing away Azril's face, who was desperately trying to get close to her without any regard for her image, Jibril said with a serious expression. "I had already seen that piece of scrap metal brewing an attack that would pose a huge threat to you. In a hurry, to prevent you from getting hurt, I chose this rather sudden attack. Please forgive me."
"Hehehe~, Jibril, Nyaa, you were worried about me, Nyaa~" Azril chuckled like an idiot. After a few seconds, she suddenly shivered and shouted, "No, there was no threat, Nyaa!!!"
"Anyway, since you're fine, Senior, let's go and join the battle together. It's been a long time since I've gotten any of the groundhogs' gems ever since my Lord issued the last command," Directly ignoring Azril's protest, Jibril flapped her wings and was about to leave.
"Uwa~, but, my precious collection..." With tears in the corners of her eyes, Azril still looked back into the spatial fissure with an unwilling expression. "Aaaahhahhahhah!!! This is so annoying!"
She finally accepted the fact that she could no longer track her down. Azril shouted in frustration.
"I'll give you a good lecture after the battle is over, Nyaa!!"
Leaving this sentence behind in a fit of pique, Azril rushed toward a Phantasma who had come at the summons of the Dwarf. She was going on a killing spree today! She was going to vent properly!!
Watching Azril's figure turn into a streak of light and disappear from her sight, Jibril half-turned and looked into the rainbow-colored spatial fissure. After staring for a moment, she reached out her hand and erased this fissure.
This war had not ended yet.
It could not be called a protracted war, but this war could be called a Pyrrhic victory even for the Flügel. The Dwarf alliance's mind had no concept of a deterrent weapon. The ultimate weapon, the "Divine Core Bomb," that they created with the unactivated Divine Core was not meant for deterrence. It was meant to truly cause damage to the enemy. It was also a way for them to pose an effective threat to the Flügel.
Like the Elf, they united their power with each other. Under Azril's leadership, the Flügel's gathered power fought against that bomb that was already expected. The move that Jibril had once performed, which bound the power of the "Heavenly Smite" in a small space to increase its power, was learned from Azril.
And for Azril, who had gathered the power of all the Flügel who had followed her, she used this gathered power to frame the "Divine Core Bomb" that the Dwarf had launched and that carried an incredibly powerful sense of threat with six pure black defensive walls.
The consequence of a huge explosion being bound to a small area was that even the existence of that area of space itself was almost destroyed. The energy that the weapon made from the unactivated Divine Core could burst forth was something that even Azril, whose power had greatly increased, could not completely suppress.
Excluding the ugly marks left on the ground by the energy that eventually squeezed out of the fissures, at this moment, one only needed to look up to see the black hole in the sky that seemed to want to swallow everything. It was as if it was going to swallow the sky. Even light could not escape. It was indeed shrinking, but perhaps even the God of War could not be sure how long it would take for it to completely disappear.
This was the mark that the final collision had left on this planet. From time to time, rocks that were attracted by it would float up into the air but would then fall back down due to insufficient suction. It repeated over and over, jumping like waves in the air. The balance of gravity was broken here.
The Flügel won, but the Dwarf alliance would not feel disappointed by this failure... Or rather, for them, this short war itself had already explained many things.
Just as the great powers in Su'er's previous life needed to use war to prove their strength to other countries when they rose, there was never a power that rose peacefully in this world. And the Dwarf had already found their place through this skirmish.
This was a step that Lóni had taken with great force on his path to ending this endless great war. However, these irrelevant issues were not within the scope of Jibril's concern.
She retracted the wings on her waist and landed on the place that could once be called the ground. The soles of her shoes touched the still-hot ground, and she could still feel that scorching temperature. Jibril was staring, searching her memories for any corner that corresponded to the scene in front of her... There was none.
Not a single one.
If she was looking for that lifeless desolation, then she had too many of those memories. However, Jibril was looking for the place where she had stayed for two years in her long life.
The dark green lake water that emitted a fresh medicinal scent.
The wooden house that was covered with green moss.
The new and strange things that were created according to her will and curiosity and were casually piled up on the island.
...
Not a single one.