Memory of Heaven:Romance Written By Fate Through Beyond Infinity Time-Chapter 475 Rinoa, and the World That No Longer Needs to Be Proved

Chapter 475 - 475 Rinoa, and the World That No Longer Needs to Be Proved

Fitran stood in a place she once called the "core of the labyrinth."

But now, that place was no longer filled with pressure.

There were no walls. No echoes.

Only a silence that embraced.

And in the midst of that silence,

Rinoa's voice was heard once again.

Not like before—no cries, no whispers lost in direction.

But peaceful.

"Fitran..."

"...you have finally stopped saving."

"...and because of that, I can finally say:

I am happy, even though the world no longer remembers me."

"...I love you. But I do not want to be the reason you continue to torment yourself."

"...I am no longer here. But our love... never asked for a place." freeweɓnovel.cøm

Then, from the depths of emptiness, the flow of magic Umbral Flow began to pour, as if the hollow walls were starting to soften. The dark light radiating created shadows that moved gently, forming patterns that seemed to exist only to serve the touch of silence. Each unexpected light depicted an empty space where the heart lied about attachment.

"And I remember," Rinoa continued, her voice trembling softly, "every moment when we were one. When our lights collided and created Interwoven Echo—a rhapsody of calling to each other, which even the Void could not extinguish."

As she spoke, deep blue and purple light flowed around her, creating a beautiful image that depicted the beauty and sadness of buried memories. Every weakness and hope intertwined, creating a dance within the emptiness, showing how love struggles against the rigid webs of reality.

"You know," Fitran continued, her voice soft yet firm, "that our love is like Fragilis Stabilus. Unexpected and seemingly powerless, yet it is always there, transcending the boundaries set by the walls of existence."

There were no explosions.

No changes in reality.

No grand magic.

Yet every tree,

every shadow of a wall,

every Voidling that had ever refused to speak—

bowed.

And the world... for the first time, did not resist unfinished love.

She stood behind Fitran.

Her left hand touched the air where Rinoa's voice had just emerged.

"She... is not coming back," she said.

"But she is home."

Fitran did not answer.

Because for this time...

an answer was not needed.

The Codex began to vibrate.

Old cracks broke, and from within it emerged not light...

but thick black mist with layers of glyphs that changed shape every second.

And from that mist...

one figure emerged.

She had no face.

Her body resembled an empty cloak, with a large cavity in her chest that absorbed light.

On her back,

five untouchable keys hung.

And with each step she took, the incantations spoken turned into silence.

"Fitran Fate," she said. Her voice was like an empty space speaking.

"You have created a system without axioms.

You have written love as a substitute for logic."

"And that cannot be allowed."

"Do you think all of this is just a game?" Her voice sank into silence, battling the echoes of emptiness. "Here I am, facing this darkness... and the awakening... first da Vinci, who might break this impossible bond."

"I do not wish to create a system," Fitran replied.

"I just want all failures to have a place to stay."

With that, warm blue light emerged from Fitran's hand, forming a gentle bridge between them. Astral Lumen—a magic that radiated soft light, creating an illusion of space filled with starlight, contrasting with the emptiness around them.

The stars emitted eternal light, touching the Voidling and causing the figure to tremble, as if the light was trying to fill the emptiness within her. "What are you trying to do?" the figure whispered, sensing the energy fluctuations challenging the status quo.

"I am trying to give hope," Fitran replied, her eyes shining with conviction, even though her heart trembled with uncertainty. "Sometimes, darkness needs light to know there is something out there."

"That's the most absolute form of betrayal."

"Because this world is built from structure.

And structure does not accept acknowledgment without proof."

"Then you come... as the First Will... wanting to extinguish the last love."

The First Voidwright raised her hand.

On her palm, a clump of shadows appeared, swirling, hissing like melting ice flakes. This shadow served as a marker of the various plans she had prepared, ready to be launched.

From the gap of her cloak, a negative spiral glyph emerged:

the form of will without direction,

an unwritten incantation,

and logic that could only be chewed by ancient entities.

"Your magic will not work against me."

"Because I am the first definition of no exceptions allowed."

Fitran smiled.

She raised her hand as well.

Voidlings gathered on her arm.

Not as weapons. But as the consequence of all the love she had ever chosen.

As if they were the rumble in the darkness waiting to give light.

"I do not bring magic."

"I bring those I never had the chance to answer."

"And they... will speak for me."

Meanwhile, Luminous Echo ignited around Fitran, glimmering like stars reluctant to die, challenging the darkness surrounding them. Each light vibrated with a song of eternal love, like a river flow that never dries.

The First Voidwright launched Reflex Nullum—a magic that turned all glyphs into failures.

Fitran held firm with "Concept 14: If everything collapses and only love remains, then that is enough."

With the power of Pulse of Embrace, a colorful rainbow appeared between them, creating a portal, sure to break the boundaries of impossibility.

The portal vibrated, as if expressing all the pent-up emotions, ready to change reality.

The two forces did not explode against each other.

They mixed.

And from that mixture, a burning silence was born.

An unspoken voice yet so clear, like a symphony of emptiness defying all certainty.

The First Voidwright began to summon Axiom Eater, a creature shaped like a tongue that devoured sentences of love. Dim light enveloped the arena, as if the energy of love around it flowed into the existence of the Voidwright.

Fitran lowered her defenses. She did not attack. She merely opened a memory space—and threw the last letter to Rinoa into the center of the arena. In an instant, a wave of purple aura surrounded the letter, releasing light particles that looked like fading stars in the night sky. "With love this strong, it's hard to believe all of this can end," she said with a trembling voice, lamenting amidst the chaos.

And Axiom Eater... wept. The tears flowing from the creature looked like liquid darkness, creating a black trail on the ground, a contrasting color that pierced the eyes. Each drop shattered into smoke, as if disappearing into the empty space around them.

Rinoa had found peace. The world did not ask for proof. Love had written itself in an unexplainable place. In the corner of the arena, an illusion conjured an image of Rinoa, her face glowing softly like moonlight, reminding Fitran of a hope that would never fade.

But now...

the First Voidwright came not to hate, but to test whether love could endure in the face of a system that allowed no exceptions. She unleashed a magic called Cacophony of Emptiness, which spread like a great wave of darkness. With each wave, the whispers of love were drowned, overshadowed by the screams of darkness, creating a profound emptiness.

"If all that exists is emptiness, what is the meaning of this feeling?" Fitran challenged the "instinct" that whispered that love was merely an illusion.

Meanwhile, a beam of light emerged, casting a magic called Resonance of True Connection. Ancient symbols spread across the arena, depicting a series of fine threads intertwined, creating a bridge between hearts that echoed in the silence, as if voicing hope amidst the stillness.

"With every breath, I will attack this system," Fitran challenged, as if believing that love, despite being threatened, would never lose.