Memory of Heaven:Romance Written By Fate Through Beyond Infinity Time-Chapter 477 Syllogism of the Broken Light

The First Voidwright stood unwavering in the midst of the swirling glyph fog, as if becoming the center of all existing chaos, reinforcing the concept of power that envelops reality. Her body slowly expanded, and her cloak began to reveal writings that had never been recognized by anyone—even by the previous pactum writers.

As she transformed, the entire world seemed to freeze for a moment, as if sensing the extraordinary power flowing from within her. Her radiance created colorful illusions that glided gently through the fog, forming captivating and mysterious patterns, enriching the mystical atmosphere around her.

From behind her, four new hands gracefully emerged, each holding a seal of the old laws: Certainty, Truth, Harmony, and Victory. Each box of symbols glowed softly, hinting at the latent power within.

"The world is built on logic," she said with a firm and confident voice.

"Love that cannot be ordered in syllogism... is a distortion.

And I... will erase the distortion."

Just as her words were spoken, a vibrating aura surrounded her, creating waves of energy that manifested shadowy forms, 'Phantasms of Equilibrium.' These shadows vibrated in harmony, creating a gentle image of a strong web of relationships, as if depicting the balance between beauty and uncertainty. However, amidst her allure, there was a floating darkness, a reminder of the sorrow and loss that inhabited the space in her soul, illustrating that beauty often arises from suffering.

Fitran merely stood, surrounded by Voidlings that now took the form of fragmented light. They did not shine but rather vibrated,

like the sound of cries that never had the chance to escape anyone's lips, depicting the depth of emptiness that was hard to express.

It was the 'Echo of the Forgotten,' magic that manifested in the form of fine particles reflecting light, as if calling forth long-lost memories, and emphasizing the connection between the past and the present. Each particle danced, harmonizing with Fitran's heartbeat, as if whispering that the feeling of loss is an integral part of an unending quest.

Beelzebub knelt behind him, feeling the weight crashing down as the static magic began to split her chest. Their emotional bond felt thick in the air.

"If you are to burn... I will burn with you," Beelzebub said, her voice filled with tension and hope.

Fitran touched the ground with his palm, feeling the vibrating heartbeat of the earth. From within the ground, a fragment of a concept emerged: a broken glyph, half-burned, signifying the emptiness that enveloped his soul.

With all his soul and burning spirit, he released the 'Catalyst of the Dissonant Reality,' a vibrating energy born from the emotional peak within him, creating a synergy between light and darkness. The radiating light glided, carrying fragments of darkness and hope, united in a bold dance, full of turmoil and determination.

He named it:

Fitran's Ultimate Spell: "Syllogism of the Broken Light"

This magic appeared only when love lost its proof, yet still shone as an emotional echo in a world that sought to reject it entirely. Within his soul, Fitran formed three sentences, each representing a part of the imperfect syllogism. In his heart, he held a beam of glowing hope, creating an atmosphere full of magnetism—a force that transcended mere words. He remembered the moments when love had saved lost souls, and with the vibrations growing stronger, the past and present merged into one inseparable moment.

Major Premise:

"Everything that is loved will be hurt."

Minor Premise:

"I love you."

Conclusion:

"Then I am willing to be hurt so that my love may remain."

As a result, this feature reversed the total erasure effect created by the Voidwright. As the First Voidwright prepared to strike, Fitran recited a new incantation: "Elysian Echo." Soft, colorful light surrounded him, creating a comforting charm and neutralizing the malicious intent of his enemy. Its visual scene resembled moonlight, with its gentle dance adorning the surface of a calm lake, creating a peaceful beauty, with each light highlighting a deep sense of nostalgia.

The Voidlings that were almost erased transformed into powerful reinforcing glyphs. The concept of love returned, not as a destructive force, but as the root of reality.

Light exploded—imperfect.

Long cracks appeared everywhere, as if pieces of illusion collided in silence. Yet, the light remained strong enough to withstand the attack of the Axiom Eater and the Pure Glyph Fragment hurled by the First Voidwright. In that emotionally charged moment, fragmented images of beautiful memories emerged, forming a kaleidoscope of feelings that filled every curve of emptiness around them.

The Voidwright took a step back, stunned by the images she faced. The glyph embedded in her chest began to blink, emitting a faint shimmer that added to the tense atmosphere. Her astonishment was clearly visible as she felt the magical dew of the spell manifesting into warm energy, penetrating the depths of her soul like sunlight streaming through the gaps in leaves.

"That sentence... is illogical."

"But... it is not destroyed."

"Love... that does not save, but endures?"

"Why does the world... not reject it?"

Fitran answered with profound calmness:

"Because love is not a system.

Love is not a method.

Love... is a wound that does not wish to be closed, an experience that etches meaning into our souls.

And the world... finally understands that it needs that wound... to truly feel alive." As he said this, he took a deep breath, inviting a touching aura through an additional spell: "Woundweaver's Grasp." In the soft purple light that filled the space, the wounds transformed into symbols of the immeasurable strength and resilience of love, as if revealing beauty in pain.

"If we can love this wound," she said, "then we can create miracles."

The Voidwright gathered energy and cast a new spell:

"Voidwright Spell: "Purge of the Defined: Total Identity Reset"

Erasing all existence tied to relationships, names, or emotions, the Voidwright spread the spell like a strong wind dispersing morning dew. All Voidlings began to dissolve into darkness, their bodies dragged into the void without a trace. Beelzebub, caught on the brink of resurrection and emptiness, almost transformed into formless mist.

Yet in the midst of that emptiness, Fitran smiled with unwavering confidence.

He uttered the spell in a non-linguistic language:

a sound that could only be captured by souls that had once whispered love in their hearts... but had never been able to express it verbally.

"Elysian Whisper – The Resonance of Forgotten Yearnings," the voice echoed, piercing the silence like a gentle river flow. Silver light began to spread from his lips, curving gracefully like a rainbow weaving itself in the vibrating fog. From that voice, a broken light emerged—not a perfect circle, but a spiral—cracked, bent, and... alive.

"Spiral Fragmenta – The Memory That Refuses Deletion"

The Voidlings transformed into a new glyph that had the shape of half a letter and half a cry, conveying deep pain. Beelzebub endured, bound by the memory of her unanswered love, an emotion that tied her to the past. The Gödelian Glyph Codex resonated, its rumbling voice causing all the old glyphs to concede, degraded by the newly emerging power.

The First Voidwright felt the change enveloping her, amplifying the power of the spell by calling forth "Siphon of Souls – The Grasp of the Forgotten." In her hand, a black aura swirled with strong energy, sucking not only light but also the remaining memories, drawing them into the depths of emptiness. She felt her body as if connected to the universe, where every particle resonated in magnificent harmony. However, before her final purifying magic was unleashed, a voice not from Fitran echoed in the silence, startling her.

But from the world itself.

"Do not erase her."

"Because that wound... is the only one that makes us feel loved."

Fitran did not win, and the First Voidwright did not lose. A new light erupted in their souls—a power that united the hopes and longings that lay dormant. "Emergence of Resonance – The Song of Unfading Dreams," he called out, adding layers of emptiness surrounding them, drowning all feelings of loss in a blazing harmony, warm yet full of sorrow. But one new premise was written in the Void:

"Something that cannot be proven... can become reality, if enough hearts choose to remember it."