Memory of Heaven:Romance Written By Fate Through Beyond Infinity Time-Chapter 476 Paradox of Devotion

Concept dust flies in the air. The Void, which was once calm, now rolls and churns, resembling black ink struggling to rewrite itself.

Fitran stands in the midst of darkness, her body surrounded by Voidlings that have now transformed—they are no longer mere small shadows. They have evolved into living concepts, manifestations of unanswered letters, hugs that never materialized, and voices erased from memory. Every movement they make stirs a cold breeze, as if each Voidling carries fragments of the emptiness that signify existence, creating an illusion of the connections that have vanished.

Before her, the First Voidwright wears a robe made of charred glyph pages at the edges, appearing to walk without touching the ground, her voice sounding as if it comes from various directions simultaneously. "This is the emptiness that chases us," she whispers in a grim tone, her voice flowing like larvae tearing through basalt skin.

Voidwright First Spell: "Gödelia Nullis: Revoke the Premise"

A spell that erases the fundamental structure of reality. The First Voidwright casts an inverted spiral glyph that collapses the premises of all glyphs within a 30-step radius, creating chaos that destroys all beliefs and hopes. The pact becomes an empty text, a blank sheet where names of love are transformed into "entities without connections," losing meaning and identity. The enemy's spells fail, stumbling into incapacity before they can be uttered, trapped in darkness. As the glyph shoots forth at unimaginable speed, a shimmering black light appears, forming temporal nets that tear through layers of reality. Amidst the horrific glimmer, there is a blue flash struggling with fervor to assert its existence, trying to reclaim lost power.

"Everything that cannot be proven," she says, her voice echoing with certainty,

"must be revoked."

Fitran's Counterspell: "True Glyph: ϕλ – Fragment of the Incomplete Heart"

A spell from an unfinished glyph born from unspoken love, radiating intimacy and pain. Fitran writes a fragment of a sentence in the air, each stroke creating emotional resonance:

"If I love you, then I will not prove it."

Just as her words are breathed out, a soft light begins to flow from each letter, creating clear shadows that dance in the empty space, moving like waves breaking the silence, bringing hope amidst the darkness.

New notes emerge in the darkness as Fitran continues, her voice igniting a new spirit.

"Solum: Manuscriptum Amoris": Energy flows abundantly from ideas trapped in between, depicting a stream of water that must carry hope from darkness. Soft light pierces the air, flowing like a river crashing into a chasm, revealing hope born from loss, as if making each Voidling seem to merge into the embrace of the terrifying essence of darkness.

Absorbing the enemy's magic that craves the premise of logic, the systemic glyph transforms into an unbreakable form of poetry because it is immeasurable. This makes the Void glyph vulnerable when it crashes with totality. In the silence of the empty cosmos, when feeling and logic clash, dark light glides across, as if depicting a storm of sorrow lurking.

"I do not need to answer," Fitran says, her voice calm yet full of meaning,

"because my confession is not a plea. But a statement of existence."

Voidwright Second Spell: "Thesis Reversal: Love is a Fault in Logic"

With a voice echoing in the profound silence, the First Voidwright utters a spell that creates a grand thesis—a single sentence that turns all love into a systemic fault. As this magic is unleashed, the Void itself trembles as if affected by overwhelming power. All of Fitran's Voidlings begin to crack, filled with memories of love that they do not wish to forget. The glyphs that were once healing now turn, bringing painful changes; healing becomes wounds, protection turns into sharp rejection. The world struggles wholeheartedly to rewrite Fitran into an entity without love, erasing the emotional traces that once bound her.

New magic emerges from the surrounding darkness, as if created from the emptiness itself, generating a wave of energy known as:

Substance: Phantasma Lux — spreading dim blue light that envelops the space, with a thin mist hanging in the air, reminiscent of almost forgotten memories, inviting thoughts to reflect on the deepening void. Fitran gazes at the light, contemplating every beauty of its name. "In this void, light is merely an illusion, memories tightly folded in darkness," she says, gently moving her fingers, creating invisible lyrics that dance in the air. The remaining glyphs vibrate around her, as if reacting to the beauty and absurdity of the inevitable cycle of love and pain. "Is it possible," she continues in a melancholic tone, "to love something that never existed?"

This time, the First Voidwright poses a profound question, "Is there meaning in this sorrow, or is darkness merely a deceptive shadow?"

Manipulation: Nihilum Citus — summoning the swift movement of gloomy winds, piercing sorrow with a shattering silence, in harmony with the helplessness that cuts deep. In the thick melancholic dark, the candle of hope begins to extinguish, or perhaps merely dims in the empty embrace that constricts.

Secret Magic: Testamentum Intimum

A spell that can only be used if the sorceress is willing to lose the one she loves most—memorially, not physically. Fitran relinquishes her happiest memories with Rinoa... not out of surrender, but because she chooses to keep that love as part of the world, not of herself. In an instant, the aura around her changes; the sorceress is submerged in shadows, as if pulled into a vibrating black web—as if space and time fold. In the darkness, a soft light appears, radiating resoluteness.

Voidus: Lumen Memoriae, the memory storage spell, presents a soft light that envelops her soul, creating silhouettes of memories that sparkle like stars lost in the ocean of night. Each light is a gentle vibration of feeling, as if her soul is lightly touched by the calming empty wind, sweeping away all wounds and uncertainties. The Voidlings rise as symbols, not mere memories. They are no longer fragile; instead of being fragile, they are formed in newfound strength. The glyph becomes "non-verbal," heard in the whispers of the heart that are rooted. Love is no longer vulnerable to revocation, as it does not depend on memory, but on existential commitment.

In a glance, seeping into silence, Fitran recalls the lauciolous spell: Tempus: Eterna Synergia, which allows the soul to endure in eternity, connecting space with time. A dark shadow passes before her, projecting an image of qalam olah (quintessentia) where her soul resides, merging with indescribable beauty. In that silence, she whispers, "I do not remember her..."

"But I still love her," she continues, as if carving each word into the empty space around her. "And love that remains without memory... cannot be rewritten by anyone." Her voice trembles, like raindrops on a quiet night, echoing in the profound emptiness.

"Every silence carries a name, in the invisible space," she adds, framing hope in the uncertainty that envelops the atmosphere. "Love, in the shadow of darkness, transcends a universe so vast."

"Look, fiery in the dark," she continues, her hand reaching forward, creating an explosion of light that drives away the darkness. For a moment, her soul engages in deeper magic, Illuminare: Lux Aeterna, which awakens the light of eternity, making her one with the void that stretches before her. How extraordinary it is how light and shadows unite in one eternal dance, creating an unexpected harmony. Then... silence once again envelops the space.

The First Voidwright pauses for a moment, contemplating the depth of the words spoken. Then, with a graceful motion, she raises her hand high, and the Void air begins to pulse with a large star-shaped glyph:

"Absolute Magic: Final Act of Consistency – ΔΘΣ"

This magic attempts to seal the world in a complete system, erasing all entities that lack final proof. Fitran, Beelzebub, and all the Voidlings begin to be dragged into the vortex of glyphs that erase their identities. Reality seems to sink into dark fog, rewriting everything into static. Only concepts that have been verified by old pacts will endure, while the magic of love and confession is stripped away one by one, as if an inevitable tyranny snatches away the eternal.

However, in that dark return, a white dew that shines like a newly born star appears, surrounding them with a faint and gentle sense of hope. There, at the edge of darkness, a spell is softly uttered in a tone of hope: "Nekros: Spiritus Elysium."

Spiritus Elysium is a magic that invites lost souls to return for a moment, revealing shimmering and vibrating shadows in waves of brilliant blue light, coloring the frightening darkness. Each reflected light creates an illusion of life amidst the emptiness, challenging the injustice that envelops the world.

Fitran grasps the empty air. There are no glyphs, no concepts etched. Yet, she gazes at the First Voidwright with a burning conviction within her... and says:

"I have no argument."

"I only have one step."

"And if this step means erasing me...

then allow me to leave a voice... that can never be revoked."

As if responding to her promise, the air around her vibrates, creating a prism of light that forms an illusion of a path leading into darkness. In her embrace, Fitran continues with a voice full of strength, "Chaos: Vox Obscurum."

This magic, the voice of deep and mysterious darkness, echoes in the depths of the Void, awakening reality from hidden shadows and shattering all boundaries of illusion that ever existed.

And in the midst of the convergence of energy, she begins to utter a spell that is not written in any Codex.

This is pure love magic, sincere and strong.

The magic of Void from Unproven Will.

The battle is not over; the First Voidwright has not yet revealed her true form. However, with blazing courage, Fitran has unleashed her final weapon, doubling the darkness into blinding light:

a commitment to remain, even though the world has decided that she never deserved to exist. With every letter spoken, she presents an epic image of trapped souls, a living accusation vibrating amidst the emptiness that envelops them all.