Enel frowned deeply, his fiery golden eyes narrowed as he stared at the operating table before him. The room was dimly lit, its walls lined with floating holographic runes and ancient scripts etched into black stone. The air carried a faint metallic tang, the kind that lingered before great transformations—or disasters.
Things were not progressing as quickly as he had planned, and for someone like Enel, this was unacceptable. His base of operations in the outside world had been compromised. Victor—someone he had once trusted—had succumbed to temptation, letting the Devil whisper poison into his heart. Now, the secrets of this city, its vulnerabilities and defenses, were in the hands of demons, fallen angels, and a new enemy: the Regent of Hell herself.