Though she had always acted like a senseless lovestruck fool, before accomplishing the feat of single-handedly killing a higher race, Jibril had suffered multiple failures and survived by sheer luck.
But once success became an established fact, those failures became nourishment for her as well.
To kill someone stronger than herself, it was essential that her opponent underestimate her.
Otherwise, she would never get the chance to find a weakness and turn the tables. Fortunately, the Old Deus had never disappointed Jibril when it came to arrogance.
Before fighting Roland, she had already faced the Old Deus twice: once alongside two hundred companions, which had ended in failure, and once in single combat against that incomplete God of Victory.
Though both encounters had ended in failure, Jibril had gained a great deal from them.
Comparing them with the Flügel's successful slaying of a god before her birth, she had confirmed that it was possible for the Flügel to kill the Old Deus.
Without even a moment to hesitate, Jibril transformed every structure within her body into nerves connected to the Elf Corridors, drawing out every last bit of power from their source.
Heavenly Strike.
It was precisely where the possibility of victory Jibril had mentioned came from.
For the Flügel, who symbolized combat and destruction, this was the only named magic formula.
Other races had always considered this distinction a talent unique to the Flügel. That was not wrong, but more accurately, the power called Heavenly Strike was the result produced by the magic formula called the Flügel.
That was why their spirits and bodies were one from birth, and why they possessed eternal lifespans.
Every Flügel was a form of magic woven by that strongest God of War, merely granted life.
And the essence of that magic formula was