Devil Slave (Satan system)-Chapter 1236: Lady Sarkina Ends Imperilment

"They are gone!" Vandora stated.

Tomato raised a brow at her, "What do you mean by that?"

"I mean, the treasures...they just suddenly disappeared."

.....

Meanwhile...

Victor raised his hand, the faint shimmer of a bracelet catching the light.

As the intricate patterns on the bracelet glowed, the space behind him warped, and five enormous jars materialized. Each jar stood taller than a man, their surfaces adorned with runic seals pulsating with power. A strange energy emanated from them, an unsettling mix of chaos and serenity, as though the jars held both the end of worlds and their rebirth.

Enel stiffened as the Satan System immediately spoke:

<Alert: Profound Treasures identified. Each one can move worlds.>

His eyes widened in alarm. "Victor, what have you done?" he growled, taking a step forward.

But before Enel could act, Victor waved his hand again, and the jars vanished as suddenly as they had appeared.

The air around them felt hollow, as though something crucial had been ripped from existence, and the rocks appeared in their place.

"What did you do?" Enel demanded, his voice sharp with anger.

Victor smirked, lifting his wrist to display the bracelet. "This little trinket? It’s called the Castling Bracelet. Its function is rather elegant: displacement and replacement within a certain range. I’ve just handed over the treasures."

Enel’s breath hitched. "What?"

Victor continued, his tone almost casual. "You see, the fallen angels weren’t here for bloodshed—not at first. They came for these treasures. They’ve been waiting for one in particular, the Eternal Spring, the final piece. I needed it to complete the set before delivering it to them. And, Enel, you brought the Spring right to me on a silver platter... Like I said, once they have it, there will leave."

Enel’s face darkened, his fists clenching as the realization sank in. "You fool," he snarled. "You’ve just doomed your people!"

Victor’s smirk deepened, his confidence unshaken. "Doomed? Or freed?"

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Far beyond the plane, in the cold, unending expanse of space, a celestial figure hovered amidst the stars. She was breathtaking in every sense—her tall, curvaceous figure clad in nearly revealing robes that shimmered like molten gold.

Her skin glowed faintly, a shade of deep bronze, and her eyes were a mesmerizing combination of rainbows and rubies, shifting and glittering with an ethereal light.

Six enormous wings extended from her back, three on each side, their feathers so pure they seemed carved from moonlight itself. She radiated an aura of lazy grace, as if her presence here was more of an obligation than a desire. Despite her nonchalant demeanor, every other angel around her seemed to buzz with nervous energy, their movements filled with reverence and a desperate need to please her.

This was, Sarkina...

The jars appeared before her, floating gently in the void. A faint smile curled on her full lips, a hint of satisfaction breaking through her otherwise indifferent expression. She extended a perfectly manicured hand, her movements languid, and waved dismissively.

"Take them," she said, her voice smooth and melodic, yet carrying an undertone of absolute authority.

Immediately, several angels scrambled forward, carefully gathering the jars as though they were handling the essence of creation itself.

One angel, braver than the rest, stepped forward, bowing deeply before speaking. "What of the city, my lady?"

The celestial being let out a soft sigh, her wings fluttering ever so slightly as she waved her hand again. "Is this not the plane we battled those annoying demons for the pages from the book of Death?...humm, i never liked this place. Destroy it," she said, her tone as dismissive as if she were swatting away an insect. "In fact, burn the entire plane. It’s of no consequence."

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The angel bowed even lower, her radiant eyes glowing in response to the order. "As you command."

Behind her, the other angels exchanged glances, their awe for the celestial figure palpable. They moved with renewed purpose, their actions driven by her command, while she remained motionless, gazing into the infinite distance as though even the destruction of worlds couldn’t stir her.

Her faint smile returned, tinged with a hint of amusement. "Such fragile beings," she murmured to herself. "And yet, they never fail to entertain."

The angel who had addressed the celestial being floated away, its elegant form gliding effortlessly through the void. Approaching another angel, this one was a sight to behold—its body composed entirely of shimmering, overlapping eyes, each one holding vibrant pupils of varying colors. Despite its alien appearance, there was an undeniable beauty to its form, a divine symmetry that made it awe-inspiring rather than grotesque.

The many-eyed angel extended a hand—or something resembling a hand—reaching into its own being. It dug deep, and with an almost fluid motion, plucked out one of its radiant eyes. The eye floated above its palm, faintly glowing, the iris swirling with ethereal hues.

With deliberate care, the angel brought the eye close to what could only be assumed was its mouth. In a voice both melodic and resonant, it whispered words in the holy Enochian language of angels. Each word reverberated with power, etching runes of light across the surface of the eye. The divine markings shimmered, alive with holy energy, as if the eye itself was a vessel of celestial intent.

The many-eyed angel paused for a moment, holding the glowing eye aloft, its body shimmering with anticipation. Then, with a graceful flick of its arm, it hurled the eye downward toward the plane.

As the eye descended, its glow intensified, an aura of blinding holiness radiating from it. The very air around it seemed to warp and tremble, waves of sacred power rippling outward as it streaked toward the earth like a falling star. The runes engraved on its surface pulsed rhythmically, releasing bursts of energy that echoed with the angelic language whispered into it.

The ground below seemed to quake in anticipation, as if the very fabric of the plane recognized the approach of something far beyond mortal comprehension.

The celestial host did not linger to witness the chaos they had set in motion. Like wisps of light, they turned their backs on the plane, retreating into the vast expanse of space, their wings shimmering one last time before fading into the distance.

Meanwhile, the glowing eye that had been cast down began to expand, its luminescence growing brighter and more menacing.

It halted just above the surface of the plane, hovering ominously as its power intensified. Slowly, its radiant brilliance shifted, darkening, until it transformed into an abyssal void, a black hole of infinite consumption.

Its pull began subtly—a whisper in the air, a gentle tug—but soon it escalated into an unstoppable force. Winds howled and trees snapped from their roots, all drawn toward the consuming eye.

The mutated creatures that roamed the land screamed in terror, their screeches piercing the chaotic air.

These beings were grotesque amalgamations of bone and sinew, with elongated limbs, jagged teeth, and bulging eyes that glistened unnaturally in the fading light. Their forms, once twisted with ferocity, now trembled in pure, animalistic fear.

Some tried to run, their malformed legs scrambling over the cracked earth. One, a creature with six spindly legs and a face split by a jagged mouth, turned back as if to cry out to its kin. But there was no escape. The pull of the eye was absolute.

The black hole’s draw tore into the earth, uprooting soil and rock, shattering mountains as if they were brittle glass. Everything that touched the edge of the eye’s pull twisted and broke in ways that defied comprehension—limbs stretched into infinite nothingness, bodies crushed into unrecognizable fragments, entire landscapes crumbled into dust.

The destruction was not violent in appearance, but horrifyingly serene.

The eye emitted a faint, melodic hum, a sound that resonated deep within the minds of the fleeing creatures. It wasn’t just a noise; it was a call, soothing and lulling them into a trance-like state.

Those screeching beasts, terrified moments before, now paused, their cries stilled. Their wide, fearful eyes softened, and they turned toward the consuming void, as if finding solace in its abyss.

The creatures approached willingly, their grotesque forms bathed in the soft, eerie glow of the black hole. One by one, they were drawn in, vanishing into the darkness.

There was no struggle as they were consumed, no resistance as their bodies unraveled into oblivion. Even the earth itself began to yield—the ground quaked violently, cracking apart as massive chunks were pulled upward and devoured.

Rivers reversed their flow, their waters twisting skyward, swallowed into the void like thin streams of smoke.

The eye continued to grow, its hum deepening, becoming almost hypnotic. It was no longer merely a black hole; it was an entity of annihilation, one that seemed to offer peace in its destruction. The creatures, the earth, and even the very air around it were reduced to nothingness, leaving only the deep, resonating hum in its wake.

And still, the eye grew, its hunger insatiable, as the plane’s existence teetered on the edge of complete erasure.

Enel had just rushed out of the underground. He and the other commanders saw this destruction.

This was it... IMPERILMENT’S END.