Devil Slave (Satan system)-Chapter 1270: A Quiet Stroll 2

The city shimmered in the morning light as Enel’s group returned, their journey marked by tension and exhaustion. By some miracle, Commander Kael and a small number of his team had survived the onslaught from Kamala, the parasitic creature that had once ruled the volcanic lands. Their reunion was somber yet triumphant, a testament to their resilience.

Enel had brought back Talkling, whose unique presence helped ease the initial tension between the city-dwellers and the people of the volcanic plane. Talkling spoke eloquently, his words bridging a gap that had seemed insurmountable. Trust, though not complete, began to form.

Meanwhile, Commander Kael wasted no time. Plans were drawn, and within hours, massive drilling equipment and various machines were dispatched from the city. Large caravans of workers and engineers rolled toward the volcanic mountain, their convoy of vehicles kicking up clouds of ash and dust as they moved steadily forward. The gleaming metal of the drills reflected the sunlight, a sharp contrast to the jagged, blackened rock of the mountain’s surface.

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From the central tower, Enel watched the commotion unfold. His position high above the city gave him an unobstructed view of the hustle below. Perseus stood beside him, holding a sleek tablet-like device, its surface glowing faintly as he scrolled through lists of reports.

"This here was damaged during the last attack," Perseus began, pointing at a holographic projection that detailed structural weaknesses across the city. "We’ve managed to fix these, but these areas…" He swiped across the screen, highlighting red zones, "…are going to need more resources. If we push too hard—"

Enel raised a hand, stopping him mid-sentence.

Perseus blinked and looked up. Enel’s lips curled into a faint smile, a rare warmth in his usually stoic expression. "You’ve grown, Perseus," Enel said, his tone carrying an edge of nostalgia.

Perseus tilted his head, confused but curious.

"Once upon a time," Enel continued, "you were ignorant of the world outside the arena. A product of demons who saw you as nothing more than food. You fought your way from being a gladiator to where you are now—a leader, someone these people look up to. You’ve come a long way, and I’m proud of you."

The words hung in the air for a moment, heavy with sincerity. Perseus smiled briefly but then dropped the device onto a nearby table, crossing his arms. "All right, out with it," he said, his tone light but wary. "Where are you going with this, Enel? Compliments from you are as rare as a full moon back on Earth. You’re about to do it again, aren’t you?"

"Do what?" Enel asked, feigning ignorance.

"Throw responsibility at me," Perseus replied, rolling his eyes. "Every time you start handing out praise, it means you’re about to drop something big on the lap. Admit it. It was the same thing you did to Father Black back on it."

Enel chuckled, the sound low and brief. "Not many people can predict me so well."

"You’d be surprised," Perseus shot back, raising an eyebrow. "Do you even know there’s an entire course dedicated to studying you here in the city? They call it *Lennyology.*"

Enel’s smile widened slightly, though it didn’t reach his eyes. "I had a feeling," he said. His expression turned serious, his gaze shifting back to the bustling city below. "This mission I’m about to leave for… it’s not one I expect to return from. At least, not anytime soon."

Perseus’s brow furrowed. "And you think putting me in charge is the answer?"

"You’re more ready than you think," Enel said, walking over to him. He removed the command bracelet from his arm, its intricate design glinting in the light, and placed it in Perseus’s hands. "I know you’ve been holding back. Even during the parasite attack, I saw it. You were tempted to use more of your power but didn’t. You weren’t sure who to trust, especially after what happened with Victor. I also know that you two were close."

Perseus’s fingers curled around the bracelet, his jaw tightening.

"That’s good," Enel said firmly. "A man should never show all his cards to the world. But here’s the thing—this isn’t Imperilment. The pups there grew stronger faster because the world demanded it. But then again... This plane? It’s deep in Royal Demon territory. And if Kamala’s words are to be believed, there are other planes ruled by parasites just like her. You’re going to have your hands full."

Enel stepped away, pacing slowly across the room. His footsteps echoed softly against the polished floor. "This city needs someone who can lead it while I focus on what’s next. I need to rebuild my strength, find the means to defeat the Morningstar—or, at the very least, someone who can."

Perseus sighed heavily, looking down at the bracelet. "You really think I can handle this?"

Enel turned back to him, his expression unreadable. "If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be handing this to you."

The weight of the responsibility settled between them, unspoken but understood. Perseus nodded slowly, slipping the bracelet onto his wrist. It adjusted itself automatically, its fit seamless, almost as if it had always belonged there.

"Good," Enel said, his tone softer now. "You’ll do fine."

As he walked toward the balcony, the warm wind sweeping in from the city, Perseus watched him with a mix of admiration and frustration. "You’re still a pain in the ass, you know that?"

Enel chuckled again, glancing over his shoulder. "Of course. Wouldn’t have it any other way."

Over the next few days, the plane began to transform under the weight of significant changes. Valdora, the Hell Beast, had relocated to one of the much larger volcanoes dominating the horizon. Her immense frame cast shadows that seemed to stretch endlessly, her fiery wings blending seamlessly with the molten rivers flowing down the mountainside. The plane, long without a guardian since its primordial beast had been slain by the demons who once ruled it, now seemed poised for a new era.

Valdora intended to assimilate herself into the plane, much as she had with Imperilment, bonding with its very essence to become its new primordial protector. The process was slow but deliberate, her presence infusing the land with a raw, untamed energy that was already beginning to heal the scars left by centuries of exploitation and parasitic rule.

Back in the city, progress was swift. The portals connecting this plane to others that the werewolves mined for resources—and ruled in secret—had been reactivated. Their shimmering surfaces pulsed with energy as goods, tools, and workers began to flow through once more. Werewolves from those planes arrived, not just to assist with the restoration but to pay homage to Enel.

The werewolves were remarkably efficient, their work ethic unmatched. The city itself had been largely repaired, its broken structures restored with gleaming new materials. The towers rose high, their reinforced frames glinting in the sunlight, a testament to the resilience of its people. But the true problem was just begining.