Devil Slave (Satan system)-Chapter 1304: Creature Of Finality

At the golden center of the grand nexus, where the threads of fate converged into an endless, weaving tapestry, stood the Three Sisters of Fate.

Each as ever represented a different stage of time, their forms shifting subtly with the weight of ages.

The first was a toddler, her chubby fingers clutching at the strings of fate like a child would a toy, her innocent smile betraying the cruel knowledge of time yet to come.

The second was a young woman, radiant and sharp-eyed, the prime of her existence reflected in the confidence of her stance and the control she wielded over the present.

The third was an old crone, her frail hands gnarled like ancient roots, her back hunched under the burden of millennia, yet her voice carried the inevitability of time itself.

And between them, they shared a single eye, a gleaming golden orb that they passed between themselves, each gazing through it when their turn came.

They turned in perfect unison, their gaze fixing upon Enel and Allison with a chilling intensity.

"You dare to enter our domain," they spoke in eerie harmony, their voices overlapping in a haunting echo. "After failing to guide fate as we dictated for you?"

The young woman scowled, her fingers tightening into a fist.

"You cost us a Fated Chosen!" she hissed, her voice filled with spite. "For that, you will suffer."

With a single motion, the three raised their hands in tandem.

The entire Web of Fate shuddered.

Countless nexuses flickered erratically—glowing threads of life snapping one after the other as their owners perished in the mortal realm. Screams echoed faintly, fading as existence itself was severed from their souls.

And from those shattered destinies, the remnants of their fates began to twist and merge, forming something grotesque.

A creature took shape, a hulking mass of writhing webs that pulsed with the stolen lives of the fallen.

It had no single form—only an amalgamation of insects, each fate-thread binding them together in a sickening lattice. Thousands of skittering legs jutted out from its shifting body, their movements erratic and unnatural.

Its head was a pulsating sphere, woven together from hundreds of half-formed faces, each frozen in a silent scream of terror, their mouths opening and closing as if they still tried to speak their final words.

Great spindly arms extended from its body, each ending in jagged, multi-jointed fingers that oozed golden ichor—the remnants of fate still dripping from its very being.

It let out a horrific chittering sound, the noise reverberating through the Web of Fate like the wails of the forsaken.

The Sisters of Fate extended their hands toward it.

"End him."

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Enel, however, was interested in something else entirely.

His eyes were darting around, searching for the shadow thread that Kanada had told him about—the one that would lead him to King Solomon’s Castle.

But no matter where he looked, he couldn’t find it.

A thin frown creased his face.

He needed another method.

Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath.

And then, he waved his hand, summoning the shadow runes—dark sigils that flickered into existence around him, their inky blackness writhing like living tendrils.

The moment they emerged, something shifted in the realm.

A piercing ringing filled his ears, a strange harmonic resonance that vibrated through his bones.

He turned sharply in the direction of the sound.

And there it was—a thin, almost imperceptible thread of shadow winding its way through the chaotic web, standing in stark contrast to the golden fates surrounding it.

A hidden path.

Enel grinned.

For anyone else, finding the shadow thread would have been nearly impossible—it was woven in secrecy, invisible to those who did not share its essence.

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The shadow runes were his, and as long as they remained bound to him, he would always see through the veils others could not.

"Found it," he muttered.

Without hesitation, he grabbed Allison’s hand, and together, they began to follow the shadow thread—stepping into the unknown, their path cutting through the luminous fates that pulsed around them.

But then—

A deafening roar shattered the quiet.

Enel’s head jolted up, his body tensing instinctively.

A cold sensation crept down his spine.

Something was coming.

He frowned.

There was something deeply wrong with this place.

He could feel it now—an unnatural weight pressing upon him, like the gaze of something vast and unseen, watching his every move.

He turned to Allison.

"We need to move faster," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.

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She nodded, gripping his hand tighter as they quickened their pace—heading straight toward the unknown depths of the Web of Fate.

Just as Enel took another step, a sudden chill of danger ran down his spine—sharp and immediate, like the edge of a blade pressed against his neck.

His instincts screamed.

Without thinking, he dived to the ground.

A fate nexus just ahead burst open, unraveling like a cocoon, and from within, webbed claws of fate’s threads lashed out at him, moving with the inescapable certainty of destiny itself.

Enel barely dodged.

But—

A single thread grazed his back.

A searing void tore through him.

He didn’t bleed.

Instead, he felt something infinitely worse—an unbearable sensation of being wiped out of existence itself. That part of him simply ceased to be, as if the very concept of its existence had been rewritten into nothingness.

The pain only came afterward.

A slow, creeping agony that wasn’t just physical—it was deeper than that, something primordial.

"Tch—"

He clenched his teeth, rolling over to his feet. Sharp instincts had saved him, but barely.

Allison, too, had moved in time. She wasn’t weak—her reflexes had saved her.

But something was off.

Enel turned, wincing slightly as the pain settled. He scanned the space where the creature had been, but—

It was gone.

His muscles tensed.

His body reacted before his mind did.

A new danger.

From behind.

His eyes snapped toward it, and in a single motion, he reached into his storage space, summoning a blade into his grip.

The next second—

CLANG!

The beast’s claws collided with his sword.

Enel’s sharp gaze took in every detail.

His sword—a weapon forged from his own energy, reinforced by the strongest metals—

Was sliced through effortlessly.

His eyes widened.

The claws of this grotesque spider-like abomination, woven entirely from the threads of fate itself, carried an impossible truth—

They did not cut.

They erased.

As if its touch was the very finality of all things.

"Shit—!"

Enel cursed, twisting his body as he dove to the ground, narrowly avoiding the creature’s second strike.

It lurched forward, its grotesque form shifting—its countless insectoid legs clicking against the empty air, its many woven faces twisting in silent, eternal agony.

Allison saw this—and reacted immediately.

She roared.

A deep, guttural sound that echoed through the Web of Fate.

In an instant, her body expanded, bones snapping and reshaping, fur sprouting as she transformed into her werewolf form.

"ALLISON, NO—!"

Enel’s shout came too late.

She lunged, her massive form blurring forward, claws extended to tear the creature apart—

But the beast did not falter.

It moved with the absolute certainty of fate itself.

Its threads passed through Allison’s claws—

Erasing them.

And then—

SLASH!

A deep gash tore across her side.

A cry of pain ripped from her throat.

But before the creature could finish its strike—

A hand materialized out of thin air.

It grabbed her, pulling her away.

And then—

A sudden stillness.

Enel’s eyes narrowed.

Someone else had just entered the battle.