The battlefield shook.
Liren, General of Lust, had just rejoined briefly from the outskirts, shouting encouragement—or maybe distraction.
Lira narrowed her eyes.
"…Too slow," she muttered.
Yuki floated lazily above the ruined dwarven streets.
Her robe swayed like water, her expression still half-asleep.
"Let's try something fun," Lira said.
She stomped.
The ground cracked.
Trees splintered.
Then—
Her hands clenched.
She lifted…
A mountain.
The dwarves gasped.
The air trembled.
Rocks groaned as the mountain rose, hovering like a dark cloud above the battlefield.
"…Oh no," Prince Eldarin whispered.
"…She's serious."
Lira grinned.
"…Good," she said.
And threw.
The mountain hurtled toward Yuki.
A wall of jagged stone.
Wind screamed.
Rocks shattered the street below.
Yuki yawned.
Then, lazily, she raised her hand.
A single slap.
The mountain exploded.
Not shattered into pieces.
Not crumbled.
Erased.
Rocks vaporized. Dust disappeared. Trees were unmarked. Even the ground beneath seemed untouched.
The dwarves screamed.
Prince Eldarin fainted.
Kael pinched his nose.
"…Unbelievable…" he muttered.
Lira blinked.
"…Oh."
She scratched her head.
"…Good slap."
Yuki tilted her head.
"…Finally," she said, "someone who can throw things big enough to wake me up."
She yawned again.
"…But still… too slow."
Lira's smile widened.
"…Good," she said.
"…More fun."
And with that, the Dwarven Kingdom trembled under the presence of a General who could destroy mountains with a single flick… and a girl who thought slapping mountains was playtime.
To Be Continued…