Devil Slave (Satan system)-Chapter 1217: The New Imperilment

<Alert: Mission Granted: Find the spy in Imperilment and punish.>

The alert came from the Satan system to Enel.

Perseus led the group through the treacherous wilds of Imperilment, his werewolves flanking the party in disciplined formation. The land was just as Enel remembered—raw, brutal, and alive with unrelenting danger. Gigantic, mutated beasts prowled the rugged terrain, their forms twisted by the land’s dark energies. Some flew, with razor-sharp wings slicing the air, while others slithered or crawled, their glowing eyes locked onto any potential prey. Predators constantly attempted to devour one another, a relentless cycle of survival. Even the trees seemed hostile, their gnarled roots reaching out like claws, and their leaves whispering eerie warnings in the wind.

Enel glanced around, his black eyes calm yet observant. "Same old Imperilment," he muttered. "Nothing here changes."

Perseus gave him a sly grin over his shoulder. "You’d be surprised, Le... Enel, a lot has changed."

Enel raised a sceptical brow, his gaze fixed on the horizon. He’d seen enough of this merciless world to doubt anyone could bring true change here.

But as they approached Victor’s territory, the truth unfolded before his eyes. What Enel expected to be a humble village—the one Victor had once had before he took back time—was nothing of the sort.

A city stretched out before them, colossal and imposing, twice the size of the City of Milk and Honey.

From afar, the party could see figures riding mutated beasts, their saddles intricately crafted and glowing faintly with enchantments. Riders soared overhead on winged monstrosities, their screeches piercing the air. On the ground, more riders manoeuvred enormous insect-like creatures with carapaces as tough as steel.

Enel stopped in his tracks, his usually cool expression giving way to astonishment. "This… is Victor’s doing?"

Perseus nodded, his tone proud but tinged with amusement. "Victor doesn’t do things halfway. He’s managed to tame the land in a way even I didn’t think possible. Not bad for a guy who moved here a century ago, on earth’s time."

The city itself was a marvel of ingenuity and survival. Massive mechanical walls surrounded it, gleaming with reinforced metal and humming with a faint energy. These walls weren’t static; enormous mechanical arms extended from their top, sweeping back and forth to ward off approaching threats.

And then there was the city’s shape: a giant bowl-like structure balanced on six towering mechanical legs. Each leg was intricately designed, with gears, pistons, and runes etched into their surfaces. The legs radiated a sense of readiness, suggesting that at any moment, they could lift the entire city and carry it away from danger.

Enel couldn’t help but gape. "This… This city moves?"

Perseus chuckled, his green eyes glinting with pride. "Yeah. It wasn’t always like this. About fifty years ago, there was a massive attack—a horde of demons, rogue beasts, and a rogue faction of fallen angels that had rebelled against the Morningstar all at once. Victor decided it was time to get creative. Now, this place can uproot itself and relocate when things get dicey."

Tomato, who had been silent, whistled low. "I’ll admit, I’m impressed. Our boy Victor didn’t just build a city; he built a fortress."

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Even Allison’s sharp gaze softened, betraying a hint of admiration. "He’s done what few could ever dream of—making Imperilment… livable." she had missed this place. After all, it was home. Though now, it felt less familiar. After all, time moved differently on this plane.

Perseus smirked. "Livable? Sure. But it’s still Imperilment. Don’t let your guard down, or the place will chew you up and spit you out."

As they walked closer to the gates, Enel scanned the city’s bustling activity. He noticed glowing markets, homes built into the sides of cliffs, and towering spires that seemed to act as both watchtowers and conduits for some kind of energy.

Enel’s voice softened, almost as if he were speaking to himself. "Even in my past life… I never saw anything like this."

Perseus glanced back at him, a flicker of surprise crossing his face at the rare note of awe in Enel’s tone. "Victor’s full of surprises. You’ll see soon enough."

The gates to the city creaked open, revealing an intricate system of gears and mechanisms that hissed and clicked as if alive. A wave of warm light poured out, illuminating the party as they stepped inside.

Despite the marvels of the city, the atmosphere inside was still unmistakably Imperilment: a blend of tension and ingenuity. Mutated beasts were tethered in pens, merchants shouted over one another to sell their enchanted wares, and heavily armed guards patrolled the streets.

Enel’s lips curled into a faint smile. "Victor… you’ve outdone yourself." He could not help but remember that fourteen-year-old boy who was scared of his half-brother killing him in his sleep and paraded the place in hiding with his guard.

Times had indeed changed. Victor had built it all... A legacy of his own.

As Perseus led the group through the gates, the atmosphere changed.

Soldiers standing at attention along the road snapped crisp salutes, their hands resting firmly against their chest plates, gleaming faintly with enchanted runes. Their respect for Perseus was evident in the way their gazes followed him, full of reverence and admiration. Children playing near the gates paused their games, waving excitedly at him.

"Lord Perseus! Lord Perseus!" some of the children cheered, their innocent voices cutting through the bustling city sounds.

Perseus gave them a small smile and a brief nod, his usual stoicism softening in their presence. "Good kids," he muttered under his breath, more to himself than anyone else.

A low hum suddenly filled the air, and a massive, rune-covered vehicle glided to a stop in front of them. The bus was unlike anything Enel had ever seen. Its body shimmered with intricate glowing symbols that pulsed faintly, their energy appearing to flow like veins of liquid light. The wheels, if they could be called that, didn’t touch the ground, instead hovering a few inches above, leaving soft trails of light as it moved. It gave a near scify feeling.

The vehicle’s door slid open with a hiss, and a soldier stepped out. "Lord Perseus, we’ve been instructed to take you and your guests directly to the core."

Perseus turned to the group. "Alright, let’s board."

As they stepped inside, a group of medics rushed forward. They gently took Lady Vinegar from Allison’s arms, their movements swift yet careful. The unconscious woman was whisked away toward another part of the vehicle, a soft glow emanating from the stretchers as they disappeared behind a partition.

"She’ll get immediate attention," Perseus assured the group.

Inside, the bus was no less impressive than its exterior. The seats were plush and contoured, made of a material that seemed to adapt to the occupant’s shape. The walls shimmered faintly with protective runes, and a crystal panel at the front displayed a holographic map of the city, showing their current location and destination.

As the vehicle began to glide through the streets, Allison shifted closer to Enel. Without warning, she grabbed his arm, her grip tight and unwavering.

Enel glanced at her, his brow furrowing slightly. "What’s gotten into you?" he asked, his voice low but calm.

Allison didn’t respond immediately, her eyes fixed ahead. After a moment, she spoke, her voice quiet. "nothing..." she hid her worried expression from him. However she whispered, "You’re my anchor now. You already know what that means."

Enel’s expression softened slightly. He didn’t pull his arm away, though he remained silent, his mind turning over the implications.

Tomato smirked from her seat across from them, her sharp eyes catching the interaction. "Looks like someone’s gotten cozy."

Allison shot her a glare but said nothing.

Perseus cleared his throat, redirecting their attention. "While we’re en route, let me give you a rundown of what you’re seeing."

He gestured out the window, where the city sprawled around them. The streets were wide and bustling, filled with people and creatures of all kinds. Merchants sold enchanted wares from glowing stalls, while beast riders maneuvered through the crowds on their mutated mounts. Above, massive airships hovered, their sleek designs bristling with weaponry.

"That over there," Perseus pointed to a towering structure surrounded by a swirling moat of molten energy, "is the Furnace Core. It powers the entire city and ensures we have enough energy to keep the walls and the legs operational. Its connected to the volcano flow deep under the city. The volcanoe itself is behind the city. Victor prefers hanging out there.. leaving the pups to do their thing in the city."

"And what about those legs?" Lana asked, her curiosity piqued. After all, she was from a people that took pride in their ability to build and innovate, but even the high elves could learn a thing or two from this place.

Perseus smirked. "like i said before...They’re what keep us alive. If a threat too big for us comes knocking, the city doesn’t fight—it walks. Those legs can move us to a new location faster than any ground force can keep up."

Enel’s eyes narrowed as he glanced out the window, noting the seamless integration of technology and magic. "Victor’s a genius," he admitted grudgingly. "I didn’t think anyone could make something like this work in a place like Imperilment."

Perseus nodded. "He’s not just a genius—he’s obsessive. Reminds me a bit of Father Black... that reminds me, Enel, the Eighth earth will soon open up. I can only imagine the things father black has done in that place."

The bus came to a smooth stop in front of the central structure, a towering spire of glass and metal that dominated the skyline. From its peak, a brilliant beam of light shot straight into the sky, its intensity warding off the encroaching darkness of Imperilment.

Perseus gestured toward it. "That’s the Core Beacon. It’s not just a defensive measure—it’s a deterrent. The light disrupts the very essence of demons and fallen angels, making it nearly impossible for them to get close without severe consequences."

Enel tilted his head, studying the beam with a thoughtful expression.

The bus doors hissed open, and Perseus stood, leading the group out. As they stepped into the plaza surrounding the spire, Enel’s gaze lingered on the beacon, its glow reflecting in his eyes.

Allison tightened her grip on his arm, her voice barely a whisper. "Its coming... my judgement..."