Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 545 The Imprint

Lenny left both women that still stared daggers at each other.

It was as if lightning strikes spat from their eyes. 

Glenn knew that she could not keep Lenny entirely for herself, but she was not willing to share with Vinegar. it was just an instinctive feeling that she had. 

Meanwhile, Gar was not willing to share lenny at all with any body. As far as she was concerned, she was already sharing him with Vine. 

Even though both of them shared the same bodies and Vine was not interested in Lenny, her assumption remained in her head. 

Lenny turned at another corner, Heading for one of the VIP spots. This was a timed break before the start of the next competition. He planned to use it well. 

Victor followed beside Lenny. He too needed some rest. Even though Lenny had lightened the blow of Tundra for him with the runes, it was still a very difficult ordeal to have gone through. 

And being very close to the fight between Lenny and Vice had been a very exhausting moment for him. 

There were times that he admitted that he thought that it was going to end in lenny's loss. one of such times was when Vice had pierced his sword deep into Lenny's Chest. 

Regardless, that was all over now. 

There was a small center region , a small roundabout a water fountain with four paths each to a cardinal point. 

Lenny and Victor made a curve through one and that was when it happened. 

As Lenny and Victor passed one of the sides, Agnes and Allison passed the other. 

Agnes was heading towards meeting her brother, Riff. 

And in that split moment, Victor just so happened to have looked in the opposite direction. 

This was the same thing with Allison, and in that moment, time seemed to have taken a short break.

 Where the world seemed to spin endlessly, there was Victor, a werewolf of extraordinary stature that had now shed the ignorance of his former world, carrying a presence that eclipsed even the grandeur of the surrounding landscape. His dark Eyes, the color of molten silver, holding hope and a depth that seemed to penetrate the very essence of one's soul.

And there was Allison, her presence like a soft whisper in the wind, her aura a blend of grace and mystery that mirrored the dance of shadows beneath the moonlight. Her eyes, a mesmerizing hue of midnight blue, held secrets that only the stars dared to share. The air around her crackled with an otherworldly energy, an enchantment that drew the gaze of Victor like magnet to iron.

When Victor's eyes met Allison's, it was as if the universe itself held its breath, time freezing in reverence to the cosmic force that drew them together. In that singular moment, the world around them blurred into insignificance, the background noises fading into a distant murmur. Their hearts quickened in unison, their breaths syncing like a duet composed by fate.

In this moment, they moved, drawn toward each other as if by an invisible thread woven by destiny. The mere touch of their gaze sent electric shivers down their spines, a sensation both exhilarating and terrifying in its intensity. 

Victor, found himself captivated by the enigmatic allure of Allison, while she, the embodiment of grace and mystery, felt her very essence resonate with his.

it had been unexpected but it had still happened. 

Together, they passed by the water fountain, its crystalline waters cascading like liquid diamonds, reflecting the ethereal connection that bound them. The air around them seemed charged with an ancient magic, as if the spirits of the forest had awakened to witness the union of two kindred souls.

Time resumed its flow, but the moment lingered, imprinted on their hearts like a sacred mark. Victor and Allison, in that brief encounter, had experienced a connection that transcended the boundaries of the ordinary world.

 As they moved into another corner, their steps synchronized, their souls intertwined, they carried with them the echo of a moment that felt as eternal as the stars themselves. In the depths of their beings, they knew that their destinies were forever entwined, and that their journey together was destined to be extraordinary.

Victor could not help but suddenly pause in his steps. lenny also stopped and then he turned to him, "are you okay, cause you look flushed?" 

Victor nodded vigorously, but his heavy breathing gave him away. Lenny leaned in, "are you sure?" 

He immediately used the Satan system to do a quick scan on him. After all, victor's life was connected to his own.

<Racing Heart and Increased Heart Rate Detected>

<Sweating Detected>

<Dilated Pupils Detected>

lenny raised a brow at this. He had a strong foundation in medical knowledge and knew that something was wrong. 

After all, these were all signs of a fever. however, victor insisted that nothing was wrong and stepped forward. 

However, their conversation was suddenly interrupted.

In the hushed shadows of the room, where darkness clung like a malevolent spirit, a blade was hurled with lethal precision. It arced silently through the air, a glint of deadly intent, its sharp edge glimmering faintly in the dim light. Its destination: Victor.

But just as the blade cut through the space, aimed unerringly at Victor's head, Lenny's senses, honed by years playing in the shadows, kicked in. 

He flared with an instinctive alarm. In that split second, time seemed to stretch, and Lenny's reflexes moved with precise speed.

His hand shot out like a lightning bolt, fingers closing around the hilt of the blade mere inches from Victor's temple. The air crackled with tension as the deadly trajectory came to an abrupt halt, the blade trembling slightly in Lenny's grip. 

Victor's eyes which were once mesmerized by Allison's enchantment, were now sharp and alert, scanning the darkness for the unseen assailant.

Victor, momentarily aware of the danger he had narrowly escaped, looked at Lenny with a mix of surprise and gratitude. "Lenny, how...?"

"That blade carried with it my peak Deep Demon rank magic and cosmic energy . If you can catch that, then it means that your training was very fruitful. It also means that you found it, didn't you?" 

A figure stepped out of the shadows, "Where is the Whistle horn of the Hell beast...?"