The battlefield was quiet. Too quiet.
Yuki, the Demon General of Sloth, hovered amidst the ruins.
Her shredded robes fluttered.
Her aura, flickering, betrayed exhaustion.
Her eyes, once sharp and calculating, now narrowed with disbelief.
Lira stood a few meters away, fists still glowing faintly with that ominous purple light.
Kael and Prince Eldarin were frozen in place, watching.
"…You've had enough," Lira said simply.
No flourish. No dramatic speech.
Just calm.
Yuki smirked weakly.
"…Hmph… you think you—"
Her words were cut short.
Lira leaped.
Not fast. Not slow.
But precise.
Her leg swung up in a wide arc.
An axe kick, perfect in form.
The moment her foot connected…
The world trembled.
BOOOOOOOM.
A shockwave erupted.
Mountains shook.
Rivers changed course.
Trees split in half.
And the ground beneath them… shattered.
A crater ten kilometers across opened instantly.
Smoke and dust shot into the sky.
The sound carried for miles. Birds fell from the air, frozen mid-flight.
When the dust cleared…
Yuki was gone.
Not scattered. Not wounded.
Completely gone.
Her aura extinguished.
Her existence… erased.
Kael's jaw dropped.
"…Did she just…?"
Prince Eldarin fainted completely.
"…Ten… kilometers…"
Lira dusted off her leg casually, like brushing off crumbs.
"…Good. Fun," she said, smiling.
Her fists still faintly glowed with the residual purple energy.
The Dwarven Kingdom shook in awe and terror.
Even the surviving dwarves whispered among themselves:
"…The girl… destroyed a Demon General… with one kick…"
"…The ground… ten kilometers…"
"…She… is unstoppable…"
Kael looked at Lira, exasperated.
"…You really are an idiot… and the strongest."
Lira grinned, unbothered.
"…Good. Strong. Fun."
And somewhere far away, the remnants of the Demon King's army trembled, realizing that their generals were no longer invincible…
To Be Continued…