Ainz stepped through the gate and the world around him rumbled, the town of the Devor stood at the cusp of fertile and desert lands, a forward base with a population of a few thousand. It had low but sturdy walls and a series of well built towers equidistant from one another, as well as a good road beyond which curved along with the winding path of the land.
The Lord of Nazarick however, saw none of that. [Detect Life] He cast the spell and thousands of little blue lights alit in his mind's eye, he was fairly sure the guard could see him, but he wanted to be sure, so he walked closer, casting as he went. [Maximize Magic] [Maximize Advance Magic][Maximize SuperTier Magic][God's Wrath Level One] One after another he activated the skills and spells he felt he would need, and by the time he was done, he was sure the guards could see him and were raising the alarm.
The guard was plentiful, with abundant numbers of anakore on the walls, and a bell began to ring from somewhere within.
Ainz stretched out his hands in front of himself, there was nothing to say. 'They know what they've done. And if they don't, they won't live long enough to learn from their mistake anyway.' He thought and cast his spell.
[Grand Catastrophe][Atlas's Despair]
At first it appeared that nothing was happening, then the many vibrant blue circles appeared over the town, spreading out wide so that every wall was encompassed, then a slightly higher glowing blue circle which was just a little smaller than the first… then another above that, and then another above that.
Cries of alarm went up from the town in every direction, the guards which once focused their eyes on Ainz were now looking up at the magic circle with gasps of awe as the circles topped one another each in turn until it came to a head at a small ninth circle at the top.
Then the circles began to move like gears in opposite directions, rotating and their faint blue began to brighten until it was bluer than the blue sky and brighter than if the sun itself were blue instead of yellow.
And it was only then that the noise could be heard, the circles began to shimmer white and vanish, their opposing rotations never stopped until the glowing white was gone, and the last circle faded away to reveal the truth.
Cries of confusion and fear became cries of despair at what hovered above their heads.
A rock wider than the town itself was crashing down. Ainz leveled his hands out in front of himself and guided it down, screams of fear did not move him to pity. Screams for mercy were not heard at all.
Guards jumped down out of horror, leaping from the wall and landing on the ground, forgetting how to fall properly, many broke legs and fell to their sides clutching at the injuries and calling for aid that would never come.
The meteor was white hot, such was its temperature that Ainz could feel it from where he stood, and down below, Devor residents began to burn alive as the heat closed in.
Their lungs burned up inside their chests as the air itself caught fire, but the pain of even that gruesome end did not last, the meteor crashed, and an explosion rocked the world for miles in all directions, the town ceased to be, and the little blue lights of life were snuffed out. Being outside the wall was no security, those simply died from the heat of the impact, and a blast wave of burning air kicked up sand and earth in all directions, trees lost their hold on the ground and went tumbling away like toothpicks blown away in a gust of wind.
But Ainz was not satisfied.
[Atlas's Despair] He cast the spell a second time.
There were no cries this time. There was only an empty crater which went deep into the open ground, a charred and blasted hole in now barren earth and stone.
The second impact struck, and the gaping hole went deeper, blasting the hole wider and hammering the remnants of the first impact in deeper.
'Not enough! Not enough! Not even a pebble will remain of this place! Not even a pebble!' Ainz roared in his mind as any remaining corpses were turned to ash by the heat and no stone stood on top another stone, and even the burned up ashes were incinerated to nothingness, blowing away and scattering to the wind, so that not even one scrap of ash of one person from within the walls, was paired by part of itself or a once living companion.
Hour after hour, spell after spell, Ainz unleashed destruction on the place, fire tornadoes, falling stones, poisoned gas so that not even a scrap of plant life survived for a mile in any direction close to the city, his crushing aura smashing down rock and rubble until he hovered over the empty hole that was once a Devorian town, looked down, and saw that the destruction was complete.
He then raised his finger to the sky. [Control Weather][Rainstorm] He cast the spell and the clouds swept out of nowhere, and began to pour down around him, the torrential force of water swept over his robe and his body and he stood in the eye of the storm indifferent to it as it washed away his anger and his fury and fulfilled the finality of his revenge on the place his child suffered.
While he hovered in the rain, he turned his eyes to the east. 'Devor… first you tried to eat one child of mine. Then you torture another? When I have finished with you, your name for yourselves will be synonymous for all history with misery, pain, and unending despair!' He thought and watched as the gaping hole filled beneath his feet until the great gaping hole where the town once stood became a new lake where no one would ever walk again.
When he was finished, Ainz summoned the gate, and returned to Nazarick again.
Where the town once stood, a road now ended in placid waters which lapped at the shore with a steady breeze, and no one would ever know that anything had ever lived there at all.
Nor would anything live there again.