Devil Slave (Satan system)-Chapter 1303: Fate Nexus

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Kanada moved with an eerie grace, her bare feet making no sound as she approached the far wall of the chamber. Unlike the rest of the structure, which gleamed with golden runes that pulsed faintly with latent faith energy, this section stood in stark contrast. It was made of a dark, stone-like material that seemed untouched by the divine inscriptions.

Embedded into the wall was an enormous relief of King Solomon, carved with an almost unsettling level of detail. His expression was solemn, his robes flowing as if caught in an eternal breeze. Most striking, however, was that his hands, sculpted with delicate precision, were outstretched—holding nothing but air, as if expecting something to be placed within them.

Without hesitation, Kanada lifted Solomon’s severed head and set it into the empty space where the statue’s crown should have been. The moment it settled into place, a deep, resonant hum filled the chamber. The walls trembled as golden energy, previously dormant, ignited in the runes and rushed toward the statue like rivers of liquid light. The glow intensified, coalescing around the head like a sun being reborn.

Enel shielded his eyes as the accumulated energy reached its peak, and then, in a blinding burst, it shot downward, striking the floor with an audible crack. The ground beneath them shimmered, the stone warping and folding in on itself, and within seconds, a massive gate formed—a swirling vortex of radiant energy, its surface rippling like water disturbed by an unseen force.

But it wasn’t just any gate.

Enel felt it immediately. A force unlike anything he had encountered before. A rush of fate—not just a fleeting sensation but a tangible presence, pressing down on him like the weight of eternity itself. He wasn’t just looking at a portal. He was gazing into something that encapsulated the beginning and end of all things. The air around it was thick, almost suffocating, filled with whispers of possibilities that had yet to unfold.

Kanada turned toward him, her faceless head tilting slightly. Though she lacked eyes, Enel could feel the amusement in her unseen gaze. "This," she said, her voice rich with amusement, "is the gate to a different layer of the soul realm. The Web of Fate."

Enel’s fingers twitched at his sides. The Web of Fate… A place where all destinies were woven, where every soul had a thread that connected it to its inevitable conclusion. It made sense. If Solomon’s wisdom still lingered beyond death, there was no better place to find him.

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Kanada continued, "You’ll find what you’re looking for if you follow the thread that isn’t golden, but black. That is the path to Solomon’s castle."

Enel remained silent for a moment, staring into the shifting, iridescent abyss. Then, he turned to Kanada, his expression unreadable. "Why are you helping me?" His voice was calm, but there was a sharp edge to it. "I know you don’t like me."

Kanada let out a soft giggle, tapping a finger against her cheek where her lips curved into a chilling smile. "Oh, don’t get the wrong idea. I don’t like you. And I do still plan to kill you one day." She tilted her head mockingly. "But for now… you’re still useful."

Enel chuckled under his breath. "Figures."

Without another word, he stepped forward, ready to dive into the vortex. But just as he was about to disappear into the unknown, Kanada’s arm shot out like a whip, grabbing Allison by the wrist.

Allison gasped, startled, and Enel immediately turned back, his eyes narrowing.

Kanada’s grip was firm, but there was no hostility in it. Instead, her voice was lower, almost… warning. "If you want to live a long life," she said, her tone laced with something that almost resembled pity, "cut your connection with Enel. He has already been claimed by another."

Allison’s breath hitched, confusion flickering across her face. "Claimed?"

Kanada didn’t elaborate. Instead, she reached into the folds of her garments and pulled out a small golden fruit, its surface shimmering with an almost divine light. She pressed it into Allison’s palm, closing the girl’s fingers around it. "This will sever your bond with him," she whispered. "Eat it, and you’ll be free."

For a moment, neither Enel nor Allison spoke. The weight of the words hung heavy between them.

Then, with an unsettlingly gentle pat on Allison’s shoulder, Kanada released her and took a step back.

"Go on, Devil’s Slave," she said to Enel, her smile returning to its usual taunting curve. "The Web of Fate awaits you."

As Enel and Allison disappeared into the closing gate, Kanada remained standing at the threshold, her expression unreadable. The golden light from the portal cast eerie shadows across her featureless face, and for a moment, she simply stared at the spot where they had vanished.

Then, something nagged at the edge of her mind. A detail she had forgotten.

Her head tilted slightly as she murmured to herself, "Ah… right. I forgot to tell him…"

A slow, amused smile crept onto her lips.

"He’s just stepped into the turf of the Sisters of Fate," she whispered, her voice carrying an odd mix of delight and pity. "And within their Webbed Garden of Fate... those three manipulators of destiny are at their absolute strongest."

She waved her hand dismissing it, "hmmm he will figure it out on his own...."

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The world Enel stepped into was unlike anything he had encountered before.

Everywhere he looked, glistening silver webs stretched into infinity, connecting to countless floating nexuses—pulsing spheres of soft, ethereal light, each one alive in its own strange way.

The air was thick with an indescribable presence, not oppressive but utterly alien. It smelled of nothing, carried no wind, and felt neither warm nor cold.

There was no up or down, no left or right. No ground, no sky. If one willed it, they could walk through midair as though it were solid ground or simply float aimlessly. There was no horizon, no end in sight—only the endless, interconnected threads of fate, spanning outward like a vast, cosmic loom.

Such a place was an assault on the human senses. The mind craved balance, direction, something tangible. But here, nothing was tangible.

Allison staggered slightly, disoriented, her body instinctively trying to adjust to something that refused to conform to any known logic. Her breath came quicker, her pupils dilating as she tried to process the sheer wrongness of it all.

Seeing this, Enel immediately reached out, grabbing her hand firmly. His grip was strong, steady. Unwavering.

"Focus," he murmured, his sharp gaze locking onto hers.

And then, with controlled precision, he allowed his energy to flow from his body into hers—an intimate connection that only their bond as mates made possible. It wasn’t just a transfer of power. It was stability, a tether to something real in this place of chaos.

Allison inhaled sharply as warmth spread through her limbs, and almost instantly, the unsettling vertigo eased. The emptiness that had threatened to consume her was filled with his presence, grounding her in ways the physical world no longer could.

She nodded at him in silent gratitude.

They turned their attention forward, pressing onward.

The deeper they moved, the more Enel noticed something peculiar about the glowing nexuses that pulsed gently around them.

At first, they had seemed like mere floating lights, scattered randomly throughout the webbed expanse. But as he focused, he realized that each one was a person. Not just representations, but direct manifestations of their lives.

When he peered closer, he could see through their eyes—watch their memories, hear their thoughts, witness both their beginning and their inevitable end, all intertwined in the ever-flowing tapestry of fate.

His fingers twitched with curiosity, but he restrained himself.

Touching them would be a mistake.

However, before he could voice a warning, the entire realm trembled slightly. A shift, subtle yet profound, as if something within the Web of Fate had noticed their presence.

Allison, who had been cautiously observing their surroundings, suddenly felt an inexplicable pull toward one of the pulsing nexuses.

Without thinking, her fingers brushed against it.

It flared to life.

Enel reacted instantly. His hand shot out, grabbing her wrist before she could make deeper contact. His voice was low but urgent.

"Don’t touch them," he said, his tone carrying the weight of a command. "This space is fragile."

Allison’s breath hitched as she realized what she had done. The glowing nexus she had touched flickered rapidly, the images within shifting chaotically. It was Commander Marian’s fate—her past, her future, all of it laid bare in that fragile moment.

But something felt off.

The Web of Fate was stirring, reacting to their presence. And it was not pleased.

Meanwhile in a different part of this world, at a center point were all fates met to form a very huge garden, three ladies of control since time was born of living things all turned in a certain direction as if perceiving the intruders to their realm...