Memory of Heaven:Romance Written By Fate Through Beyond Infinity Time-Chapter 474 Out of the Labyrinth Without Getting Out of Oneself

Chapter 474 - 474 Out of the Labyrinth Without Getting Out of Oneself

She sat quietly on the hard ground, surrounded by voidlings that were no longer restless, and in front of her—the Codex Gödelian, which had been submerged in silence for the past few days.

Beelzebub lightly dozed near a stone, while the wind blew, carrying a strange fragrance: not the refreshing aroma of flowers, not the frightening scent of death—but the aroma of something that had no name. Among the gentle whispers of the wind, it seemed to echo the souls that were trapped, waiting to be freed, creating a deep sense of longing in her heart.

In the midst of that silence, Fitran asked herself:

"Have I... ever truly left the Labyrinth?"

She began to look around her.

There were no walls to confine her.

No puzzles to solve.

No secret guardians watching over her.

Soft rays filtered in through the dim gaps in the sky, as if spotlighting the hidden truth, bringing hope even though it did not change the existing reality. However, with every step she took...

it brought a reflection of herself. The shadows trembled like an imperfect mirror, revealing every fear and doubt that had been neatly stored in her heart.

As she tried to save Rinoa...

she saw her reflection as a liar, a figure that dared not face the knight within herself.

As she embraced Beelzebub...

she saw herself as a traitor, trapped in a web of sin intertwined with sorrow.

As she chose to remain silent...

she saw herself as a coward, watching opportunities pass by without trying to fight back.

Each reflection was like a shard of shimmering light in the darkness of the Labyrinth, guiding every thought toward an inner journey that seemed endless, forced to confront the figure she had long tried to hide.

"This Labyrinth... is not just a place."

"It is a mirror of myself."

The voidlings were now silent, no longer writhing as before.

They only emitted one echo in the profound silence:

"We do not trap you.

We... are the questions that you refuse to resolve; mysteries that endlessly swirl in the depths of your soul." Their voices expanded like waves of distorted inner frequencies, enticing Fitran to explore every neglected dark corner, as if the labyrinth had a soul of its own, tempting to be uncovered.

"We... are the questions you refuse to resolve.

In the silence that envelops, every word transforms into fine threads connecting memories and regrets, weaving a story that has yet to be fully revealed; a narrative that hangs in the air, waiting to be tied with courage."

"I thought we had long left this labyrinth," said Beelzebub softly, her eyes slowly opening, as if trying to penetrate the shadows surrounding them.

"No. We have only learned to step within it, flowing with the unexpected direction."

"And that... is the most sincere way out," she added with a meaningful tone.

"If that's the case," Beelzebub smiled faintly, a ray of hopeful light enveloping her face,

"there's no need for a door. No need for light.

Let us allow every corridor... to become a part of who we are now."

In the profound silence, the corridors spoke of unspoken history; every wall held whispers of the past, full of secrets waiting to be explored.

"All this time I was trapped searching for a way out."

"But what I need... is not just a door."

"What I need is to place my hand on the wall and say:

I do not want to escape from you."

"Because this wall... is a memory etched in my heart."

"Because this corridor... is love that still hangs, waiting for clarity."

"Because this dead end... is a feeling that is hard to express."

"And because of all that, I still want to continue my life."

As if every word flowed simultaneously, weaving threads of hope among the dark shadows that surrounded them, giving new meaning to their journey.

For the first time in a long while,

the Codex did not rewrite itself.

Did not erase a single word.

It only cracked slightly.

And from that crack, a fragment of soft light emerged, but not blinding,

as if that light was trying to invite them to explore the depths of themselves; a reflection of what they were truly seeking.

What was inside?

Not a mantra.

Not a glyph.

Not a system.

Just one sentence:

"Thank you for choosing not to leave."

The wizards, who inhabited the grand tower of magic,

the loyal protectors of the pactum,

and the wanderers who felt the breath of change...

All felt a deep rumble in their chests; a subtle resonance calling their souls to reflect on the true meaning of existence.

All eyes were focused on one thing:

There was no catastrophic destruction.

There was no revolution that shook.

There was no explosion of will that rampaged.

Yet, something shifted:

Like hope creeping slowly, unveiling layers of uncertainty and revealing a soft light at the end of the dark tunnel.

Someone stopped searching for a way out,

and the world, in profound silence, stopped trying to deny its existence.

Fitran stood tall and dignified,

feeling the vibrations of energy flowing around her, as if the labyrinth itself was breathing with life.

The voidlings followed behind,

like timeless loyal shadows, casting curious glances toward the unanswered questions.

Beelzebub took Fitran's hand, creating an unbreakable bond, as if at that moment, they were binding their souls to a clear purpose.

"This Labyrinth... will never have a map," Fitran said, her voice soft yet firm, flowing in a melody like a long-awaited song. With every word she spoke, the space around them vibrated, as if responding to the resonance of the truth she revealed. "But we are not lost," Beelzebub replied, carefully crafting her words, each syllable felt heavy with meaning, "Because we have stopped searching for the perfect place, and started acknowledging that the cracked place... can be lived in."

Amid the moss-covered walls surrounding them and the quiet corridors bustling with noise, the sound of a shell echoed, giving a hint for them to realize that this dwelling was not merely a prison; it was a space that breathed hope. Going out did not just mean leaving; it could also mean freeing oneself from the exhausting struggle against uncertainty. Going out could mean stopping the fight.

And in a world that craved proof, someone stood with determination, gazing far ahead, and said, with courage radiating in her sharp gaze:

"I will not leave the labyrinth. I will only bring those I love to stay inside it... with me." The voice echoed in the narrow space, as if carving a promise, merging with the rumble of the labyrinth's strange yet familiar sound. In every word, there was its own light, illuminating the dark path and providing hope for those who felt lost.

"So, all the worlds we have seen are merely illusions, a simulation that deceives our senses," Fitran said, her voice filled with wonder.

"Yes," Beelzebub replied, in a calm tone, as if holding a deep secret.

"Shouldn't you have realized that?" Fitran asked, her eyes shining with curiosity. "Your magic can shatter the illusion of this labyrinth," she continued, determination radiating from every word.

"True," Beelzebub acknowledged, but there was a longing in her voice. "I just wanted to find something." Her expression revealed a deep yearning.

"How troublesome. So, have you finally found it?" Fitran asked, fully focused on her friend, who seemed to carry a heavy yet precious burden.

"Yes. Now she is by my side," Beelzebub replied, leaning against Fitran's shoulder, feeling the warmth and support in their unshakeable friendship.