Dusk, thick as viscous amber, dyed the shattered clouds in shifting shades of gold and crimson.

High above, a woman spread silver‑white wings that seemed almost angelic—an archangel descending from myth.

Every feather shimmered with star‑dust specks, their tips fading into a nearly translucent ice‑blue.

With each subtle beat of her wings, she traced delicate trails of light across the sky.

Waterfall‑long pink hair cascaded behind her. Chains forged from meteoric iron wove through the strands, swaying on the air currents and chiming with a wind‑bell's cold, crystalline ring.

Her scarlet eyes—two flames that would never die—narrowed, releasing a dangerous gleam.

A corseted battle cuirass hugged her graceful figure; the magic stone set at her breast glowed with a faint violet light that mingled with the afterglow on the horizon, lending her an aura that was at once mysterious and commanding.

She was a Flugel, and her name was Jibril.

Jibril tapped a finger.

A half‑transparent screen of mana unfolded before her, dense with dozens of crimson dots—the last recorded coordinates of nineteen missing demons.

Those red points hung on the display like congealed beads of blood, silently recounting the tale of their eerie disappearances.

"Vanishing without a trace? Interesting."

Her vermilion lips parted lightly.

As one of the most distinguished of the Flugel, she was long accustomed to hunting anomalies in this world where only the strong survived.

Yet the demons, normally brazen and violent, now seemed to have been swallowed by an invisible black hole, leaving not the tiniest whiff of their presence.

The aberration scratched at her curiosity like claws, and excitement began to boil in her veins.

Her silver wings snapped wide, raising a gale fierce enough to topple trees.

She shot across the firmament like a meteor, racing toward her target.

Air torn by her speed cracked with sharp sonic booms.

…

Inside a human village

A warm scent filled a wooden hut.

Flickering candlelight threw intertwined shadows across the mottled walls.

Couronne slept peacefully, a rosy afterglow still on her cheeks, lips curved in a contented smile.

Rei Ao gently covered her with a thin blanket; his fingers brushed her delicate skin, leaving a trace of tenderness.

Rising to dress, his tousled black hair framed eyes that radiated a lazy, dangerous charm.

The air carried a faint, intoxicating mix of body scent and sweat.

"High‑level entity approaching—energy spike extremely hazardous!"

Shuvi's voice burst out. Crimson light flashed in her eyes, full‑body scanners whirring at high frequency; metal joints hummed softly.

Interest flickered across Rei Ao's face.

He stroked Couronne's hair and kissed her brow. "Rest well," he whispered, then strode from the room with Shuvi at his side.

The door's creak rang harshly in the tense night.

…

Chaos had already seized the village square.

Children's whimpers tangled with adults' cries as all eyes turned skyward.

Riku clenched his fists so hard his nails nearly pierced his palms, his face white as paper.

"Why… is she here?!"

One glance had told him everything: silver wings, that noble yet lethal aura—undeniably a Flugel, among the very strongest of the world's sixteen sentient races.

And in this age before the Ten Covenants, Imanity—the weakest race—stood utterly powerless against a Flugel.

The moment he saw Jibril, visions of blood‑soaked ground filled Riku's mind, and despair's chill flooded his heart.

Jibril hovered in the heights, looking down on the humans like ants, a contemptuous smile curling her lips.

Weak little Imanity…

She had tracked demon traces here and felt their heavy residue—proof they had been present.

Yet, bizarrely, only a human village remained; not a single demon in sight.

Humans held no interest for her.

Raising a hand, she gathered brilliance—an orb of throbbing power coalesced in her palm.

"The stench of demons lingers. Since I can't find the ones who vanished, I'll vent on you instead."

She yawned lazily.

Wiping out a village was no harder than crushing a few insects.

Space around her warped; oppressive force thickened the air.

"Damn it…" Riku shut his eyes as screams rose behind him.

The terror in that energy made his heart slam against his ribs.

A minor demon raid alone could ravage a village—what chance did they have against a Flugel?

The light‑sphere struck.

BOOM!

A deafening blast. Flames roared skyward.

The shockwave ripped nearby trees from the earth.

Jibril turned to leave—then halted. She glanced back, puzzled.

"Hm?"

The village that should have been razed still stood, utterly unscathed.

Slowly she pivoted.

Her crimson eyes blazed like twin fires in the dark, locking onto Shuvi beside Rei Ao.

Her pupils tightened in a hunter's thrill.

"An Ex‑Machina?"

Delight sparkled in her gaze.

Her wings flared; with a gust she dived.

Her speed was staggering, a silver after‑image streaking the air.

Dust spiraled into a miniature tornado beneath the pressure.

"Interesting—a human village harboring an Ex‑Machina. What secret dealings lie between you two?"

She assumed the machine had erased the demons.

Step by step she advanced, dangerous ripples radiating from her.

Electric snaps crackled in the air; pebbles leapt from the ground beneath her aura.

Sensing the threat, Shuvi snapped into combat mode.

Mechanical eyes blazed red; weapon systems silently unfolded.

"Target danger level: SSS. Immediate retreat advised."

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