Without even a shriek of agitated space, a powerful pillar of light erupted where Roland stood, piercing the crimson sky.
At this distance, without so much as a swinging motion, the leaping spirits gathered, crossed space, and descended directly.
Were it not for the stark contrast between the aura of death and overlapping waves of flame filling the pierced sky and the shining yet utterly unruffled pillar below, it would have been hard to imagine such overwhelming power could be contained so precisely.
To accomplish this, one had to create a sealed space around the pillar, adjacent to reality yet isolated from it, while releasing the power, and the two processes had to remain synchronized throughout.
Compared to simply unleashing power, this ability to control it at will was what truly inspired fear.
Azriel's face bore an icy killing intent, a stark contrast to her earlier carefree manner.
She, Azriel, was the only one allowed to nuzzle Little Jibril's cheeks so intimately!
As the ultimate Jibril fanatic, Azriel had once performed the impressive feat of unleashing a full-power Heavenly Strike into the sky just to enter the repair chamber alongside Jibril and spend time with her.
Thus, Azriel was supremely confident. An attack like this required no thought from her; it had already become instinct. At this distance, not even Little Jibril could evade it.
Her calculations were clear. This strike would not breach Jibril's defenses, since she always added extra protection for herself, but it was enough to reduce every race below the Flügel to ashes.
Yet the girl's pupils contracted when she saw the scene inside the pillar.
Enveloped within it, Roland seemed not to notice the torrent of spirits that had taken physical form around him. He even lifted Jibril from his arms as though showing off