The Mighty Jibril

"Your world?" Jibril's interest piqued, a smile playing on her lips. "Indeed, this is quite the small world. It's surprising that you can create such a realm. Perhaps I should raise the level of your skull a little~!"

"It's called Unlimited Blade Works," Riku replied calmly, his gaze steady.

Unlimited Blade Works—a world shaped by its user, where each version is unique. Archer's landscape features a crimson horizon ablaze with flames and a barren expanse littered with countless swords, all beneath a dark sky dominated by whirring gears. In contrast, Emiya Shirou's version mirrors a sunset, casting a reddish hue over a similar wilderness of blades.

"Enjoy it, Jibril!" Riku roared, his voice echoing through the air.

As he raised his hand, the treasures embedded in the ground responded, summoned by his command. They hovered in the air, aimed menacingly at Jibril. Riku's power, amplified by his talent, proved far more shocking than anything the Servants, like Emiya (Archer) and Shirou, had exhibited.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Dozens of swords streaked through the sky like meteors, accompanied by a thunderous roar as they shot toward Jibril.

"Ding!" Jibril remained unfazed, her expression leisurely and curious. With a nonchalant gesture, she extended her left hand, conjuring a protective barrier of magic.

Notably, in this world crafted by Riku, there were no Elementals to draw from, leaving Jibril to rely solely on her own magic—a disguised disadvantage.

As the Noble Phantasms clashed against her shield, a series of thunderous collisions echoed. Though the shield rippled under the assault, it held firm, showing no signs of faltering.

Jibril, an Exceptional Unit, differed from other Flügel species; she was a defective creation. When she was first forged, her power had been far below that of a typical Flügel. Yet, with an insatiable thirst for strength, she had learned and evolved over the years, challenging the mightiest beings of other races. Now, her strength rivaled even the strongest of her kind.

Her barrier, enhanced through Elven magic, was stronger than anything the Flügel's creators had provided.

"What? Is that all you've got?" Jibril shook her head, disappointment evident in her tone. "Attacks of this level are useless against me."

"Oh?" Riku met her contempt with indifference, coldness glimmering in his golden eyes.

"Crack!" A special Noble Phantasm pierced through her shield, a sharp sound reverberating through the air. The defensive magic, capable of withstanding assaults from dragons, was pierced, sending the weapon flying towards Jibril.

In an instant, Jibril's vibrant eyes flickered, and she vanished from sight, evading the incoming attacks effortlessly.

"Oh, oh! I almost fell for you," she remarked, her tone light. "Among these swords, there's one with the property of breaking magic hidden. Was your earlier attack just a diversion?" Her eyes narrowed, and a serious, deadly intent radiated from her.

"The space ability of the Flügel, Sky Shift, is truly troublesome. I thought I could land a hit with that," Riku said, not a trace of panic crossing his face. Instead, a hint of regret crept in.

Sky Shift was an exclusive ability of the Flügel. It allowed them to teleport anywhere within their line of sight, even returning to places they'd previously marked. It resembled the Dimensional Transfer Teigu: Shambhala but was far more convenient.

"Hey, hey! I must admit, you surprised me just now," Jibril laughed, her charming demeanor juxtaposed with her playful challenge, leaving Riku with an odd feeling.

"To ensure your rare head remains intact, I'll take this seriously."

In a heartbeat, Jibril disappeared and reappeared behind Riku, her black energy sword poised to strike mercilessly at his neck.

"Dang!" Riku had anticipated her move, and the surrounding Noble Phantasms surged forward to intercept her attack. However, even they were cleaved in two by her blade with alarming ease.

This momentary delay was enough for Riku to create distance, propelled by the speed granted by his Hermes boots. He quickly gathered the remaining treasures to encircle Jibril, hundreds of them swirling together in a dazzling spectacle.

But Riku knew that this alone wouldn't be enough to defeat such a powerful Flügel. With steely determination, he focused all the immense energy within him into the imitation Excalibur he held.

The next strike would be crucial!

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