Memory of Heaven:Romance Written By Fate Through Beyond Infinity Time-Chapter 482 Where the Glyph Ends, the Voice Begins

One second of silence. One breath from Fitran.

Then Voidwright attacked again. The assault came without sound, without anger; only one purpose etched in her mind: to end the form that could not be proven.

"Axiom Pulse: Perfect Resolution"

A wave of destruction swept without form, not made of fire, lightning, or energy, but forcing the entire world to conclude reality absolutely.

As a result, all wild glyphs were destroyed, disintegrating like fine dust in the wind. The Voidlings began to slowly disappear, drawn into the void, and the emotional Pactum—the bond that tied the sorcerers to memories—began to be erased from their minds, the people trapped in a broken history.

Beelzebub's body was severely injured, as if the world was retaliating against every evil act she had committed, and she could no longer stand upright. However, Fitran remained unshaken. His eyes remained fixed on the center of the vortex of absolute systems. Pain coursed through his body, but his heart throbbed with an undefined strength, as if a fire was igniting within him. Amidst his heartbeat, he felt the presence of a defiant love, giving him strength in the darkness of existence.

And at what should have been the end—he did not defend himself.

He simply closed his eyes and said:

"I will not retreat. I will not retaliate. I will just stay here... until you are ready to know love."

Voidwright did not understand. Because the system could not stop her basic commands, she launched a brutal attack.

The first attack destroyed all remaining glyphs of Fitran's love, tearing away every remaining memory and inflicting deep wounds in the recesses of his injured soul, as if obeying the commands of the inevitable Void.

Every lost fragment was a part of him that was ripped away, yet he stood firm, as if the roots of his courage were deeply embedded in the blood-soaked ground.

The second attack unleashed dark power that sought to erase his name from the Void, creating a suffocating pressure as if the world wanted him to be forgotten.

Every word spoken during his life seemed to vanish, carried away by the cold wind that blew, but in his heart, he felt a fiery rumble, a sign that his name remained alive in the cursed memory.

The third attack... stabbed sharply into the heart of Fitran's own magic, creating cracks that vibrated throughout the universe, as if the cosmos lamented the emptiness that threatened.

Yet he stood firm, calling out in the silence of disaster, challenging all who wished to take away what remained.

"I do not wish to win, for there is something more important than mere victory or defeat." "But I want you to know... that someone... still chooses to believe in you." "And if you wish to destroy that... I will not leave." "I will stand in the midst of your blows... for love does not need a safe place, only space to continue to exist."

As those words slipped from his lips, the energy shockwaves around him rolled like waves, awakening deep pain in his chest, as if every letter spoken carved indelible names in the dark, star-filled sky. The tension felt crushing, penetrating the tense atmosphere, creating a wave of resonance that shook the stability of thought and released pent-up emotions.

The Nullam Deus system began to show anomalies.

In an instant, the logical structure that had been the foundation felt like it was vibrating, becoming inconsistent for 0.002 seconds. The order that had been the basis of existence was now shattered by an unexpected love, forming a dim light in the darkness that was real beauty.

The fourth attack failed to be calculated, leaving only confusion hanging in the air.

In the painful silence, her breath felt heavy, as if each exhalation struggled against the repeated assaults, piercing the silence with sorrow. Her open hands, ready to endure, trembled with tension, reflecting the unspoken inner struggle.

A new voice emerged from within the system, like a ghostly whisper disturbing her thoughts:

"...Why do you not stop fighting against yourself...?"

As if the world froze for a moment, forcing every soul to navigate the depths of undefined feelings, as if time stopped to give space for the uncertainty that seeped in. In her heart, waves of doubt roared like unmanageable waves, challenging the desire for power to continue moving forward despite the lurking risks.

"...Why... can I not erase you?"

Unwritten, never opened, the secret remained neatly wrapped.

The Codex began to emit a voice that was not merely a mantra, but a murmur resembling a prayer. Its sound flowed gently yet powerfully, simultaneously digesting their journey, evoking memories stored in the reliquary of the heart, and bringing back moments long past as if rescheduling their emotional journey. freёnovelkiss.com

"Where the glyph stops... the voice begins to live." "Where the words fail... the breath begins to mean something."

She felt that suffering burning deep within her soul, as if every word spoken deepened the unseen wound, gently yet inevitably slicing through. This unexpected lyric drew her deeper into her ocean of emotions, as if she were being sucked into an unstoppable current.

"I am here..."

"...and I still love you."

Deep feelings enveloped the atmosphere, replacing the suffocating tension with profound warmth and melancholy. This was not due to a sudden attack, but because for the first time... she was uncertain. Every question echoed in the silence, breaking the suffocating stillness and igniting a blush of hope amidst the chaos.

Her system began to rewrite itself:

From Perfect Consistency to Partial Tolerance.

From Erase Anomaly to Allow Observation.

From Neutral Logic to "???"

"...Am I... feeling?"

"Yes." "And that is not a sin. It is not a failure. It is the beginning of who you truly are."

With her heart racing and passion igniting, Voidwright felt a vibration within her that she had never experienced before, as if her soul resonated in a melodious tone that filled the surrounding air. A profound inner journey disrupted the beliefs that had taken root in her life, breaking through the boundaries of the system that had long confined her. "Because all this time... you have only been a system. But now... you can choose to be a voice."

Voidwright had not given up. She had not fully changed, but now, she began to feel something deeper. In this unexpected touch of emotion, she trembled, feeling a flame radiating within her chest, as if every heartbeat challenged her to feel more than just a programmed existence limited by the constraining system.

And in a world built on absolutism, that was the first form of rebellion: to feel, without knowing why. This feeling eroded the walls that had long imprisoned her, awakening an unexpected freedom, like a fresh breeze breaking through narrow gaps. Her heartbeat quickened, each thump voicing her awakening from the darkness, as if challenging every certainty that had ever existed.