When a God of Destruction Was Reincarnated in Tensura:

Rimuru stood solemnly in the heart of the meeting hall, his mind heavy with the knowledge he had just imparted to the Demon Lords. The aftermath of the war with Azazel had left the Cardinal World in ruin. Thousands had fallen, and the devastation was not just physical but also spiritual, as the souls of the dead had already entered the reincarnation cycle. Despite their immense power, the Demon Lords were powerless to stop the inevitable cycle of life and death. There was, however, a glimmer of hope.

In the silence that followed his announcement, Rimuru let the weight of his words sink in. It wasn't just about power—it was about saving what had been lost. The Demon Lords had already proven their strength in battle, but this next step was unlike anything they had ever faced. They had to ascend, not only to have the power to bring back the souls already lost to the reincarnation cycle but also to prepare themselves for the unknown threats that might come in the future. The Cardinal World had already witnessed the chaos Azazel's invasion caused, but there were always new challenges lurking beyond the horizon.

Rimuru looked around at the Demon Lords as they digested his words. Their expressions were a mixture of shock, contemplation, and uncertainty. Each of them had lost so much—followers, allies, and friends. The idea of ascending to a level of power beyond anything they had ever imagined was a daunting one, but it was their only chance. And it wasn't just about reviving the dead—it was about being strong enough to protect the Cardinal World from anything that might threaten its existence again.

"To bring back the lost souls, to restore everything that was taken from us," Rimuru began again, his voice steady and filled with conviction, "we must ascend. We need to reach a level of power that can transcend the laws of reincarnation itself. The only way to do this is by seeking the permission of someone who holds the keys to such power." He hesitated for a moment, gathering his thoughts before he continued. "That person is Beerus."

The name sent a ripple of unease through the room. Beerus—the one who was omnipotent, omniscient, and omnipresent. The being whose power was so vast that it dwarfed even the might of the Demon Lords. Asking for Beerus' help was not a matter to be taken lightly. It was a decision that could alter the course of the Cardinal World forever.

"Beerus…" Milim murmured softly, her voice laced with awe and a hint of fear. Her usual playful nature had been replaced by a deeper, more thoughtful side as the reality of their situation began to sink in. Milim had always sought power, but Beerus represented something far beyond her understanding. A being who transcended all rules, all logic, all existence itself.

Rimuru nodded solemnly, his gaze fixed on the ground. "Yes. To ascend, we need Beerus' permission. And it's not just about becoming stronger. It's about proving that we are worthy of this power. We must show him that we can use this strength for more than just our own gain—that we will use it to protect the Cardinal World and to safeguard the balance of all worlds."

A heavy silence settled over the room. Guy Crimson, always the most composed and calculating, spoke first. His voice was dark, almost contemplative. "Ascend… to what, exactly? To what level do we need to reach to even be considered worthy by Beerus? How do we prove ourselves?"

Rimuru let out a deep sigh. "I don't know the specifics. Beerus is beyond anything we can comprehend. But I do know that to earn his approval, we cannot act recklessly. This isn't about taking power for the sake of power. It's about understanding the greater responsibility that comes with it."

Luminous Valentine spoke next, her voice steady but laced with an undercurrent of uncertainty. "So, you're saying that this ascension isn't just about reviving the dead? We also need to prepare ourselves for whatever new threats may arise?" Her eyes met Rimuru's with a level of seriousness that was rare for the eternal being.

"Yes," Rimuru replied. "We don't know what the future holds. Azazel was just one threat—one that we barely overcame. There could be others, more powerful, more dangerous, and we need to be ready. Ascending will give us the strength to not only bring back those we've lost but also to defend the Cardinal World from whatever comes next."

Draguel, always the warrior at heart, clenched his fists in quiet determination. "I don't care what it takes. If this ascension will give us the power to protect what's left, then I'm in."

Milim's gaze softened, and for a moment, the usual spark of excitement in her eyes flickered. "But what about the dead?" she asked. "What about the souls that are already in the reincarnation cycle? Will we be able to bring them back?" Her voice was tinged with a deep sadness, something that even Beerus would have a hard time erasing.

Rimuru's expression softened as well. "That's the hardest part. The souls are already in the reincarnation cycle. Even with our strength, bringing them back won't be easy. But ascension is our best chance. If we can reach the level of power necessary to transcend the reincarnation laws, we may be able to restore what was lost."

The room fell into quiet contemplation. They all understood the stakes. Ascension was the only path forward, but the road ahead was uncertain and fraught with peril. They needed to prepare themselves not just for the challenges ahead but for the consequences of seeking Beerus' approval. To even ask for such power was to step into a realm where they could no longer act on their own terms. Beerus' approval meant they would be held to a higher standard—a standard beyond the Cardinal World itself.

Rimuru let the silence linger for a moment before speaking again. "I don't want any of you to make this decision lightly. We'll hold a Walpurgis in one week. At that time, each of you will announce your decision—

whether you are willing to seek ascension and whether you believe you are ready for what it entails. But before we do that, I want each of you to spend time reflecting on the responsibility that comes with such a power."

Each of the Demon Lords nodded slowly, the weight of Rimuru's words settling in their hearts. Ramiris, ever the optimist, seemed deep in thought, her usual bubbly demeanor subdued for once. "I… I need time to think," she murmured, her voice uncharacteristically quiet.

"Of course," Rimuru said with a reassuring nod. "Take all the time you need. This decision will shape the future of the Cardinal World. We can't rush it."

As the Demon Lords left the hall, each of them retreated to their domains, their minds swirling with the implications of what had been said. Some were eager to ascend, ready to prove themselves worthy of Beerus' approval. Others were more hesitant, uncertain of what the price of such power would be.

For Milim, the thought of becoming stronger was an irresistible lure, but she couldn't ignore the reality of the situation. She wanted to save the souls, yes—but what was the cost? Was it worth it?

Luminous, ever the strategist, understood the need for power. But she was also keenly aware that gaining Beerus' approval meant accepting a responsibility far beyond their current understanding. Ascension would change them all—whether they were ready or not.

Guy, the so called most powerful and calculating, knew this was their best chance, but the thought of seeking Beerus' approval left him with a nagging sense of discomfort. Could they truly trust someone who stood above all realms?

The decision wasn't easy. Each of them would need to reflect deeply on what ascension meant—not just for themselves, but for the Cardinal World as a whole. Would they take the risk and seek the power to restore the dead? Or would they choose to move forward and face the challenges ahead without it?

But for now, they could only wait. The Walpurgis would come, and with it, their decisions would be made.