114(2) – After!
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PART 2 – Flowers!
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In the Sacred Land of the Elves!
Zindraliel Verona laughs sweetly as the light drizzle falls on the earth and plants. She dances beautifully and lovely.
Years have passed since her birth, but her appearance hasn't changed at all, showing how dominant the elven lineage is in her veins. It's not as if that's a problem.
Zindraliel is a princess, a beloved daughter of the world and probably the most well-protected child in all of Murim.
She delights in her innocence, but in her eyes there is more than just purity; there is wisdom and a great understanding of things.
Soon she stops her dance, smiling, and slowly floats in the air. She lands on a warship. – “Hi Auntie!” – She shouts cheerfully to a slender woman with silver eyes who smiles brightly upon seeing her. – “Hello princess.”
The warship began to move with a wave of the slender woman's hand. – “Did you hear?” – Zindraliel says, smiling.
“About what, princess?” – The woman asks curiously.
“I’m going to be an aunt!” – Zindraliel waves her arms exaggeratedly and laughs happily.
The woman smiles gently. – “That’s wonderful. Do you want to go see your siblings?”
“No. It will only be 9 months until they are born, so let’s continue.” – Zindraliel refused and soon went to walk around the ship, happily greeting all the elves present who treat her with affection and kindness.
Zindraliel Verona, crowned princess of the elves, bearing the title of Saint of Flowers.
Destiny is one of the new continents that have emerged; there are many, but these in particular need special attention. Refugees from other worlds, worlds that were harmed by what their mother did.
Even if they tried to hide this fact from her, she found out. Who told her? Murim.
Murim hides nothing from her, even at her young age, because she trusts that she is capable of handling such information.
As for what Zindraliel thinks? At first, she cried a lot, that so many people were hurt because of her. It's not her fault, she understands that, but she knows she was the trigger for all of this.
But she maturely accepted things as they were. It's done, and she can't change the past, and she knows her mother would do it again if it were to protect her. This fills her with love, understanding how much the people around her care about her, even though she never did anything to deserve it.
From a young age, she understood what unconditional love is. So she decided she would spread it. If she caused so much pain and destruction, even without control, now that she has the power and knowledge to do so, she will use her hands to heal people.
And arriving at the continent that is still developing. The people still fear the inhabitants of this world; they don't know when a war might break out or when they will be forced to obey their rules. The arrival of the warship was terrifying, especially for the Legends who protect these peoples.
They went to receive the guests, praying it wouldn't be about domination.
But who would have guessed that when they disembarked, they wouldn't come with orders or demands, but rather with boxes full of supplies and kindness.
“We haven't come to cause trouble, on the contrary, we've come to help.” – Zindraliel says gently, and with an outstretched hand, magic manifests in a subtle way that should seem impossible.
Such meticulous control made the grass greener, the soil richer, and the people present felt their pain and fatigue disappear.
Zindraliel bowed in a gesture of kindness to the one who is the leader of these people. – “I am Zindraliel Verona, I come in the name of the elves and the Verona family, seeking peace.”
The leader shuddered, even though he didn't understand why a child was speaking. It was obvious that her position was important, and hearing the surname Verona, one would have to be living under a rock not to understand whose daughter she was.
“We are not worthy of your kindness,” he said, and Zindraliel smiled and replied, “Everyone is deserving of kindness, for it is something I am providing without expecting anything in return. Whether you wish to accept it or not is entirely up to you.”
Zindraliel continued with what Skarla calls “Natural Manipulation.” She is not a High-Elf, much less Human, nor even a simple hybrid between the species, because Skarla cannot be considered human, not entirely.
She is something new and unique, nourished by Mana and Nature, as well as by the dense and pure Internal Energy of her mother. All of this mixed in what would be the “womb” in which she was nurtured. It merged into a natural gift, and thus “Natural Manipulation” arose.
And what does this do? Zindraliel possesses power that is a blend of Mana, Internal Energy, and Nature. Creating something unique and absurdly powerful, but also limited by the laws of the world.
It can be said that Zindraliel has the power to manipulate nature and understand it on levels beyond mortal capabilities; perhaps not even deities would possess such understanding.
Thus, she can reshape entire landscapes, altering fertility or vegetation. If she did not have the world's favor, such an extension would not be possible; she would likely not even have 1% of the capabilities she has today, but even that small amount would still place her above most and potentially equal her mother Skarla when she reaches her level.
But with the world's favor, her capabilities are amplified hundreds of times. Thus, she is able to activate the effectiveness of complex spells instinctively, using Internal Energy as a base.
And with such power, with a wave of her hands, beautiful orchards appear with fruit trees of all kinds. The crops are rejuvenated and grow. The wheat displays a beautiful golden glow, almost divine.
Zindraliel encounters children playing who stop what they are doing to stare at her. Smiling, she goes to play, and the purity of the children manifests itself; regardless of race or gender, they begin to play.
The leaders of the settlement merely observe the sudden prosperity that has been bestowed upon them.
“Now I will deal with other matters,” said the slender woman with silver eyes, addressing the leader of the settlement while offering a slight smile and a sharp look.
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PART 3 – Capital!
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Explosions reverberate, triggering a chain reaction where several domes of flame intertwine, causing terrifying devastation.
Skarla sits, calmly observing the carnage, then her gaze falls to the side, a large metallic structure with 6 long cylinders, smoke billowing from their nozzles.
Hahahahahaha!
The thunderous laughter of Klaus Umber, former Archmage of the Zenirys Empire, now heads a weapons company, blending magic with engineering, and today is the demonstration of his greatest success, a 6-cylinder artillery, firing 6 shots per second, with 10 possible repetitions.
And the damage is indeed phenomenal. A power that Legends could not withstand. Even Demigods would be injured if they were the focus of these shots.
"Very good." – Skarla nods slightly as she studies the external and internal structure of the artillery. – “There are still many flaws and unnecessary parts in its internal structure; the enchantments, even if they enhance it, exert unnecessary pressure that will harm the Artillery in the long run.”
“Yes, my greatest creation isn’t perfect; there’s a lot to improve, but do you think we’re worth it with what we have?” – Klaus smiles with bright eyes.
“Yes. You were the only one who managed to meet my demands in this short time, so I will prioritize the Umber Conglomerate for military armament investments. Even imperfect, it’s still useful. I want 2 of these in small cities, 4 in medium-sized cities, and 10 in the largest ones. I also want you to install two of these on our Warships, but rearrange the diagram; I want them upside down at the front and back.” – Skarla says calmly, and Klaus clenches his fists, his team jumping for joy at the victory.
“And I want the ones installed on the ships to be smaller and more compact. There’s a lot of unnecessary space; fix that by next month.” – Skarla doesn’t say much more and teleports away.
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In the Capital of Krugar!
Skarla strolls through the streets, receiving many admiring and respectful glances. Many ask for autographs, others thank her, some even cry.
Skarla smiles proudly, seeing the changes in the streets and in the people. Businesses are thriving, some have disappeared due to mismanagement.
She calmly arrives at a beauty salon, entering without a care in the world. – “Skarla!” – A feminine man cheerfully shouts her name while opening his arms.
“Millah, it’s been a while.” – Skarla says, smiling.
“Yes, about 8 months? I see it wasn’t just your hair that grew… because every time you visit me, you’re taller?” – Millah nods, especially since Skarla is now 3 meters tall, when she was previously around 2.5 meters.
“A lot has happened.” – Skarla laughs.
“Well, your luck is that I recently received some clients from the Giant Race, so I had to readjust a lot of things.” – Millah said, nodding as she guides Skarla to a chair.
Skarla sits down and reclines. – “Giants? I think I heard something about that.” – She seemed thoughtful.
“It was while you were away, I heard they closed a big deal, I think it was even the Angry One who handled the matter.” – Millah said, examining Skarla's hair.
“Gakai? I remember she wanted to pair Thron with the Giant King's daughter, I heard they had a big fight.” – Skarla said thoughtfully.
“It's surprising you haven't seen any, several of them are wandering around the city, I heard several have already moved away.” – Millah grunted as she noticed her hair was a mess. – “Did you go through a hurricane? This hair is a mess! It doesn't make sense, it's a mix of colors, so tangled…” – Millah tosses her hair into the air.
“This is because of my stealth techniques. I needed to change my identity.” – Saying this, she extends her hand and her skin color turns white.
Millah blinks. – “And you changed your hair color? Convenient, but it doesn't explain this mess.” – She nods.
“I need to be meticulous when using these techniques, but obviously I don't pay as much attention to my hair, there are too many details, I only change what I feel.” – Skarla explains and Millah continues nodding.
Soon she started bringing products and immersing her hair in water. A group of men and women surrounded Skarla, beginning to take care of her.
The beauty salon is empty of clients, as Millah naturally reserved the day for Skarla.