Memory of Heaven:Romance Written By Fate Through Beyond Infinity Time-Chapter 421 Michael’s Wings — Awakening of the Forgotten Light

Chapter 421 - 421 Michael's Wings — Awakening of the Forgotten Light

Blood still flows on the soil of the Alpha world.

The sky remains silent, allowing the battle between two wills—love and curse—to unfold without witnesses. Rui, her body half-possessed by Qayin, attacks with a force that rends the very essence of human existence, altering the known reality. Meanwhile, Joanna feels a tension within her, a soft whisper from the trapped soul, reminding her of their laughter in the past, when hope still resided in her heart. Joanna, standing with her breath fading and the last flicker of her hope, tries to endure not to win... but to save one name that means everything to her. Each heartbeat resonates, creating a symphony of longing that fuels her courage.

And on the brink of death, something within her—that had long been asleep—awakens.

Joanna falls to her knees.

Qayin's final attack nearly pierces her heart. The light of her sword has gone out. In the darkness that envelops her, she remembers Rui's smile, piercing through the fog of fear that constricts her chest. Her knees tremble. Yet as she leans to the ground, she does not feel emptiness...

She feels light. A light that envelops her, warming her soul, as if Rui's presence flows through every fiber of her being, rekindling the spirit to face this curse, igniting a fire within her that had also dimmed.

Not the light of magic.

But the light of heavenly memories yet to be written. Behind those memories, it feels as if souls whisper in the silence, inviting Joanna to remember the love that once surrounded her. Every passing second makes that light tremble, full of hope. "You... cannot endure like this..." a voice within her echoes.

"Open your heart, Joanna... not as Sheena's child, not as the heir of Spiral... but as one who has borne wounds for a name that refuses to fade." In every word spoken, there is a power that breaks through the night wind, awakening the spirit that had been asleep.

A figure of light descends in her mind.

That figure is not a stranger. Joanna knows her. In the silence, her doubts tremble, opposing the steadfastness that comes from that light, as if calling her name, gently reaching for her heart.

Michael.

One of the Seven Heavenly Virtues. He is not an angel in human form, but a concept of justice given life. As Michael's voice resonates in her mind, every note is a reminder of the possible resurrection, the power that lies dormant within. "You have carried me in your wounds and your will." The voice trembles with emotion, as if offering an embrace that can heal every gap of sorrow.

"Now, allow me to carry you in light and judgment." At that moment, the shining light is not only hers but also belongs to every soul that has fought by her side. Joanna's body shines.

Light bursts from her back.

Not an aura.

But two golden wings, glowing white-crystal, that bloom from the wounds on her back. In this moment, the world seems to hold its breath; Joanna's presence radiates waves of grace that shake the soul. Each feather of her wings seems to tell the hidden pain, the story of sacrifice that flows with her, like a soft song in silence.

Those wings are not a symbol of power, but a symbol of all the wounds, sacrifices, and love she refuses to forget. The shadow of deep love opens the door to unparalleled strength—a sacrifice that, though painful, she will not regret. As the light breaks, hope and steadfastness unite in harmony, challenging all existing darkness.

Qayin, possessing Rui, stares at her. His half-decayed face, full of wounds from an era that rejected love. Feelings of hatred and a divided conscience; two forces clashing between them. "What is that?!"

"Why... can you shine amidst your anger?!" Rui's voice trembles, not only from remnants of fear but also from deep admiration for Joanna's courage. She is not only fighting the darkness but igniting even while trapped by endless vengeance and wounds.

Joanna stands.

Her wings flap once—the air changes. Not only the world feels it, but time also stands still. In that silence, she feels an invisible thread connecting her to Rui, a thread of eternity that cannot be severed this time.

"Because I... love her."

"And I will not let her become a history written in her brother's blood." In every word she speaks, despair and determination to protect everything are revealed, creating a transformative synergy between them—challenging the dark history and carving hope that shines from within.

Joanna raises her hand.

Her wings open wide. Heavenly light dances like pages of a book that refuse to be burned. In the beauty of that light, lessons from the past resonate; every memory becomes a mantra that ignites the spirit, freeing the imprisoned soul. "Veritas Exaltata: Judicium Gratiae"

The Exalted Truth: Judgment of Grace

This magic does not attack.

But rather touches the deepest part of Rui's soul—the place where Qayin hides. And as Rui is trapped in silence, Joanna feels that there is hope even though the dark valley seems endless.

Rui suddenly freezes.

Her body remains standing, but her consciousness is drawn inward. In the space of her soul, she stands on dark ground... and in front of her, Qayin sits, holding the shadow of a sword dripping with memories. The entire room trembles, the whispers of souls awaken and echo, hissing helplessness and anger in every letter left behind.

"Do you want to expel me?"

"I am part of you now." Those words are like a sword, cutting deep, touching the core of what Rui cannot leave behind: the war between them. "No..." Rui answers softly.

"You are part of those who were rejected... but I will not let you rewrite my world."

Qayin stands, a dark aura surrounding him like a shadow that never leaves.

"Then kill me. Just as I killed my brother."

Rui grasps the shadow of Joanna's light... and throws it at Qayin's shadow. That light, though gentle, contains extraordinary power, flowing like a river of hope in the midst of the dark night.

Just before the sword touches her, Qayin smiles with his characteristic arrogance:

"Finally... someone is willing to call my name in the light..."

And he disappears, as if absorbed by the darkness he once nurtured.

Rui collapses, her life feeling detached from her body, as if the heavy burden of the battle strikes her like a great stone. In an instant, she feels all the pain, all the sorrow.

Joanna catches her body before she falls, her gentle arms saving Rui from the emptiness of the harsh world. "Don't go..." she whispers, her voice dissolving in a mix of sadness and hope.

Rui's body returns to normal. No more Qayin. No more black aura. In the space of her soul, there is only resurrection accompanied by hope.

Only... Rui, who now faces a new reality.

Her breath is slow. Her eyes open, and behind those eyelids, the world becomes brighter, even though it still leaves shadows of the past.

"Joanna...?"

"I am here," she replies, her gaze full of unwavering strength and love.

"I..."

"You... won."

Joanna looks at the wings on her back. They are still glowing, symbols of their unity, but do not hurt her body. They have become part of her, a sign of the journey they must undertake.

One of the heavenly angels, from afar, whispers in the light:

"You are the light of wounds that refuse to be forgotten."

"And now, you are the Virtue walking between wills."

Meanwhile, elsewhere, in a world that seems separate,

Fitran Fate opens his eyes, confusion floating on his face.

"What is this?" Fitran says, his voice shaken by disbelief, as if his soul has just awakened from a dark nightmare.

Rinoa, with her gentle steps, approaches Fitran, her face filled with concern, undivided attention. She is the guiding star in the confusing dark night.

"Why?" Rinoa asks softly, "Did you have a nightmare?" she continues with a caring tone, each word containing the power to calm the storm within Fitran's heart.

"No, it's just that something I must do has suddenly arisen," Fitran replies, trying to explain his complex feelings.

Rinoa gazes at Fitran, her heart trembling like a leaf blown by the wind. She feels the burden weighing on the man's heart, as if a dark shadow threatens behind his calm smile. "What do you feel, Fitran? We can get through this together," she says gently, extending her hand, ready to reach for Fitran's heart hidden in doubt.

"So, do you want to go for a while?" Rinoa asks, looking at Fitran with eyes full of hope and fear.

Fitran nods, but there is doubt entangling his soul. In his mind, he sees the faces that have disappeared, and right behind him, the shadow of his friend, Rui, seems to offer support even from afar. "I want to go to Valdenmeer," Fitran says firmly, before continuing, "I'm sorry, Rinoa." His voice carries deep uncertainty.

Rinoa feels her heartbeat. "What might be found there?" she asks softly, her eyes full of sincerity. "As if the world hides behind the fog."

"It's okay," Rinoa says calmly, trying to offer support, "No one knows our hiding place. The Avatar hunters will not easily find this place," she continues with confidence in her heart. Rinoa feels the presence of heavenly elements surrounding them, as if the gentle light from the stars strengthens their promise to protect each other, even though separated by distance.

Fitran then opens a portal, mysterious light illuminating the space around him;

"I will return as soon as possible...