An Extra's POV

Chapter 706  The Great Elven War [Pt 2]

The Dragons opened their frightening jaws and released blasts of destruction from the depths of their throats.

~VWUUUUUUUMMM!!!~

The intensity of their breaths burned the barrier that protected the Elven Camp from invaders. At first, it stood upright, completely pushing back the flames of devastation that were constantly being pushed out.

Eventually, however, the barrier had to collapse.

Once it did, the Dragons all grinned to themselves, watching as the rear of the Elves' base was now breached.

It was time for the next phase of their plan—slaughter all of the Elves.

~WHOOOSH!~

Wings flapped as the horde of thousands of Dragons charged towards the camp, their wide eyes ready to devastate their prey with combined, unbridled violence.

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!~

The ground cracked wide open as flames crashed upon it, sending fiery debris flying in multiple directions. The Elves that were meant to be watching—or rather, guarding—the rear, were sent flying back as a result of the intense flames that neared them.

If it hit them, the result would be their demise.

But…. "Sanctuary!" The voice of a certain Elf rang out, completely altering the intense situation of helplessness that had permeated everything within the Camp's rear.

As those words echoed out, a glimmering barrier was cast over the immediate area where all the Elves were huddled together, completely shielding them from the wrath of the beings above.

Everything else in the rear was burned to cinders, but thankfully all the Elves were saved,

Thankfully…

As all the Elves looked up to witness their savior, they found one of their own—the one hailed to be the strongest of all the Elves. She was adorned in a perfectly sewn white and green gown, with her enchanting hair dancing behind her as she held her staff gracefully.

She was currently donning some Enchanted Items, such as a special necklace, bracelets, and even rings. Amidst all of this, though, she clung tightly to her staff, glaring deeply at the aggressors who broke into their fortified place.

"L-Lady Feralia!"

"Lady…!"

"Y-you came to save us…!"

They were smitten by her valiant presence, but she didn't allow any of the girls to grow comfortable due to her being present. She inhaled deeply and closely observed all of the Elves behind her in a moment.

None of them were strong enough to assist her.

"Go. Retreat. Now!"

They were all reluctant to just abandon their Sister, but they better than to disobey others. It was also clear that they would slow her down. Realizing this quickly, they all nodded and fled.

"Huuu…" Feralia stole one more glance at the Elves and smiled at them running off while she exhaled deeply.

Her 'Sanctuary', the most powerful defense she could render at the moment, was reaching expiration rather quickly, and she had to find a way to defeat thousands of Dragons on her own.

As she watched them from the golden enclosure, still seeing the bright bursts of flames as they lived the ground and her barrier—almost as if they couldn't wait to get in—she steeled her heart and readied her body.

'It's shocking how they just appeared out of nowhere. I'll be having backup when the others mobilize, but until then… I have to do this on my own.'

She was much stronger than a Dragon Commander, so she was certain that when facing just Newts and Soldiers, she would fare well. In fact, she would fare better than well.

The real problem was their number and advantage in the sky.

'Still… since there is only one of me, as long as I know what I am doing, I should be able to stall them for as long as possible.'

Either until the Elementals could come to the rear to handle the Dragons, or for the projectiles to be used against these ones. Unfortunately, both of those options required time before they could be viable.

And so, until then—

'I'm on my own!'

~WHOOOOSH!~

The moment her sanctuary collapsed, Feralia shot up into the sky like a rocket, her body shimmering with golden aura. It felt like space itself blurred thanks to the intensity of her speed.

Before long, she had ascended to the same level as the Dragons.

'I'll use Elemental Magic to remain in the air, I'll focus more on evasion and defense. The goal is to make sure they don't advance very far.'

It was a tall order for one person to handle, but Feralia was the strongest Elf. If anyone could pull it off… it had to be her!

"Wuthering Waves, Clash and Fall… Rise and Swirl into a fine storm…" She pointed her staff forward as she watched the Dragons ready to launch a combined wave of Dragon Breaths towards her—intending on incinerating her to death, no doubt.

However, she was just a moment faster.

"... Absolute Elemental Storm!"

A swirling mass of pure energy—or rather, the amalgamation of elements, which birthed a pure display of energy—swelled out of nowhere and crashed upon the wave of Dragons that lined up before Feralia.

Their premature breaths were not sufficient to quell the storm, and the intensity only increased the more it gained momentum.

Dragon Newts and Dragon Soldiers were capable of B to A-Tier Skills at the maximum, so it was no wonder that they could not handle the Spell that Feralia dished out, which dwelled in the realm of the Absolute.

Not only that, but she was also being buffed by her Enchanted Items, so her Spell's intensity and range was amplified.

The result?

~VWUUUUUUUUSSSSHHHH!!!~

A fierce storm that threw the Dragon Army into disarray was born. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Their formation was ruined thanks to the Absolute Elemental Storm. While the Spell wasn't particularly fatal for them, due to being spread over a wide range, the pulsating energy was enough to disorient the Dragons for a limited period of time.

And with their defenses being brought so low, as well as her Mana saturating the atmosphere for that fleeting moment, all the conditions were fulfilled for Feralia's next trick.

Her ultimate Skill.

"[Time Stop]."