Kingdom of High Tarxan, On The Ocean Near A Tarxan Port, Near Portville, On The Ocean Near The Country Of High Tarxan

First Year Of God, First Day, First Five Days, First Month.

The young Elven maiden attempted to stand up, however, she immediately faltered as her feet met the ground. When she was about to hit the ground, one of the humans dressed in white supported her. As she regained her bearings, she looked back to see that it was a different human, rather it was a woman, with a red cross at what seemed like her hat.

On the other side was another woman similarly attired in white with a contrasting black necktie on her chest and a red cross beside her hat. Was some kind of box fully painted with white and along with it the same red cross sign could be found.

Beside the woman was a man with a chair with wheels beside him. The woman lifted her up by supporting her in her arms and helped the young Elven maiden to sit gently on the chair with wheels. Upon sitting on the chair with wheels, the Elven maiden felt comfortable on the chair. She thought it was going to be crudely made, because it has wheels on it, but upon a closer look at it, it seems very sturdy.

As she ran her fingers over the chair's surface, she felt that they made it with an unknown fabric, probably a fabric exotic to their nation. Curiosity piqued, she examined the metallic components, tapping into her magical senses for appraisal. What she discovered left her utterly speechless.

The steel, though lacked any magical essence, boasted a reflective quality and a density that rivaled even that of mithril.

"Is this some high grade steel we haven't discovered yet? The cost for producing such a thing must be astronomical," was the thought in her mind.

'Even though we have just recently moved out from the standard ship of the lines and we are just traversing the path of ironclads. Could they be from the First or Second World Region? Even if we are using ironclad, it wasn't purely built with metal, as the decks and we still make some parts wood, and we still have sails and a mast. Furthermore, the discovery of magi-engines was just recently.' She thought to herself.

'However, from what we know from these regions a higher class of races only inhabited it. Humans are like the lowest class of beings for being manaless. So how could that be?' She thought to herself.

Her thoughts drifted back to the cryptic message delivered by the court magicians, emphasizing the significance of the color from the crystal ball.

"Rebirth or Chaos, from the anomaly near their lands."

'Only a fool could miss the pattern there. This must mean that depending on these humans, whichever of the two would ensue, it is also an undeniable fact that the ship came from the area where the storm was," she reasoned, "So it must mean that there are more things to be discovered there, that we haven't. Furthermore, I am the queen of the nation and by the power vested into me, I shall make it so that my nation would be born anew!' was what she thought.

"Father, I would complete your dream," she silently muttered, to the woman in white questions.

"Did you say something?"

The young maiden didn't respond as she turned her face away in embarrassment. She was embarrassed, as she still couldn't shake the attachment to her father's memory, despite being already an adult or a maiden.

The young maiden was reminiscing about the past, when she suddenly felt a sharp pain on her feet. Startled, she glanced down to find the woman was applying some sort of medicine to her feet and legs. After a few moments of increasingly sharp pain, the woman finally stopped applying the weird medicine, after which she finally felt comfort in her feet and legs. It seemed like the medicine or whatever kind of fluid the woman applied seemed to work.

She would never forget the kindness they showed her today. The kindness that these humans have shown towards her and her Elven people were admirable and were most definitely unparalleled compared to the people or races she knew of. The Humans still have shown their kindness even though her Elven people attacked them.

After applying the medicine on the young Elven maiden, the woman brought out a cloth that spans a few meters, deftly wrapping it around the injured part of the legs and feet of the Elven maiden. With meticulous care, she secured the makeshift bandage in place, using a small blade to seal it shut.

The young Elven maiden was staring intently at what the woman was doing, and when the woman finally finished, she felt that her legs and feet were stabilized but was heavily restricted from moving with all the surrounding cloth, but this discomfort paled in comparison to the gratitude she felt towards her unexpected caretakers.

Surveying the scene around her, she glimpsed that her fellow Elven sailors were also receiving the same compassionate treatment she had, and found out that these humans don't discriminate, even those heavily injured were treated and given food and water.

Attacking these people was a big mistake. Not only had these humans shown unparalleled kindness in tending to their wounds, but they had also bravely defended the Elven people from the attack of demons and sea monsters. That alone is a generous act of kindness and they were even willing to communicate with them was also an undeniable fact.

Tears threatened to spill from her eyes as she was overcome with gratitude, but her reverie was abruptly shattered by a sudden surge of magical energy enveloping the ship. No, possibly the entire expanse of the ocean. Sensing its gathering an immense power, she urgently tried to warn the humans, only to realize the barrier of language hindering her efforts.

Desperate to attract their attention, she frantically searched for a way to communicate her message. She looked immensely troubled which did not go unnoticed by the humans that were wearing complete white, prompting one of them to approach her with a concerned inquiry.

They knew they wouldn't understand her, so they resorted to gestures in a bid to communicate. This, moved by them, hit a spot on the young Elven maiden deeply. In a moment of urgency, she mimicked an enormous explosive gesture and pointed it towards the ocean's depths below the ship.

This prompted an alert reaction from the men in white attire, who quickly brought a black box and began speaking into it. Though she could only hear static emanating from the device when the men spoke, the sudden voice that followed left her utterly speechless.

"Is this some form of communication device?" she wondered, using her [Magic Perception] to confirm that no magical waves disrupted the air. "Fascinating," she thought, realizing the potential implications of such technology. "They possess communication capabilities without the use of magic, which could serve as a safeguard against enemy eavesdropping."

After the men dressed in white stopped speaking at the black box, the metal ship beneath them surged forward, gaining speed with each passing moment until it was effortlessly slicing through the waves.

The young Elven maiden looked back at the place where they were a while ago, her mind swirling with thoughts of what might have been if things hadn't taken a turn for the worse, something she should have prevented.

But at that moment, her thoughts were broken by the sudden appearance of a flickering light on her ship. Growing steadily brighter and brighter to which drew the attention of both Elven sailors and humans alike.

As the tension in the air thickened, Mailen and her fellow Elven sailors suddenly sensed another rise of magical energy located in Melian's ironclad ship. The intensity of the energy caused the very fabric of space to distort and send the elven sailors into a panicked frenzy. Confusion reigned among the humans, who struggled to restrain the frantic elves.

Melian, however, her reaction was one of sheer horror, frozen in place as she sensed the overwhelming magnitude of the magical energy that was being used had exceeded over a staggering 1 million!

Compared to the Leviathan earlier who only had 10,000 magicules or magic power, what she was sensing is like she is facing a tsunami.

Seeing the humans who are oblivious to this since they have no sense of the surrounding mana, she urgently attempted to warn them.

"Humans! You need to-"

But it was too late as in an instant, the entire area covering the entire fleet of ironclad ships was completely engulfed in a blinding explosion of light, rising through the area where they were a while ago. The once calm waves became violent as the world darkened.

Everyone on the bridges of the ship was stunned, shocked, horrified upon witnessing this. While they had taken care of these strange "pointy ear" people after their terrible first encounter, their world was now rocked by the sudden and catastrophic eruption of radiant light.

The captain of one of the ships had been wearing his sunglasses, a quirk he maintained, even in his new role as captain of the Antoro-class Destroyer, found solace behind his darkened lenses as they shielded him from the sudden blinding flash, but most of his bridgecrew were not so lucky. Either some were left momentarily blinded, while others could only gawk in disbelief as the blinding explosion began to expand, sweeping through the ocean and the blinding sensation began to escalate further enough to blind anything in its wake.

"We must've have unknowingly triggered a fucking nuclear bomb in one of their ships! Full speed ahead!" He ordered, almost yelling the command into the stunned crew in the room around him.

No one responded. That was understandable, what they were seeing was rather shocking, but the captain was dead to novelty, and unimpressed by power. He drew his handgun pistol and fired a round into the floor, the sudden sound of gunfire jolting his crew back from the oblivion of disbelief.

"Full speed at once!" He repeated, and the crew scrambled to obey.

In a flurry of activity, the crew sprang into action and scrambled to comply with their captain's directive. And sooner than later, the destroyer he was on wasted no time on sliding the ship forward at its maximum speed. But he watched in frustration as other ships, most of which were sliding into view of his bridge as his own vessel continued to move course, were slower to react. Many did nothing, a few didn't even cut their forward engines, and of those that did begin to take decisive action, most attempted to ramp up the speed of their ships, wasting precious time.

When the rolling wave of the scorching yellow energy reached them, the impact was devastating as every single window shattered in a cacophony of splintering glass and rocked the ships like an asteroid collision, sending them all forward and careening through the ocean like kites caught in a hurricane. Systems flickered, alarms blared, and chaos reigned until, as suddenly as it began, it passed.

"Damage report," the captain called, grimacing in pain after being sent flying across the bridge.

The replies were sluggish at first, the crew still reeling from the shock of the impact. But with the instinctive efficiency born of their training, they quickly snapped back to their instincts, relaying information on listing off fluctuating systems, damaged components, and resequencing protocols. The ship was battered, but far from dead or crippled, and soon the main systems came back online.

As for the rest of the ships, they were all miraculously able to survive from the explosion, but with dozens of injuries and a couple of deaths.

If they hadn't increased their distance between the explosion of light in time, some ships might have been damaged even further or destroyed, killing everyone inside.

As the light faded behind the ships, everyone looked at the result and couldn't help but feel terrified at what they saw.

The entire area where once a bustling fleet of ironclads had sailed was nothing but a giant hole the size of a city on the ocean and the bottom where a deep hole with no end was made.

The scale of the destruction was incomprehensible as everything within that area such as the ironclad fleet, marine life, and everything else were gone, obliterating from existence without a single trace.

Horror and disbelief hung heavy in the air as the crews struggled to process the enormity of what they had just witnessed.

"What... in the FUCK just happen!?!"