Memory of Heaven:Romance Written By Fate Through Beyond Infinity Time-Chapter 478 The Last Glyph is Not a Word

The space where they fought was no longer the Void... but rather existential resonance, a place between acknowledgment and denial, between unfinished words and an unchanging reality. Dim light vibrated in the air, creating an illusion of silhouettes that transcended the boundaries of reality.

Fitran knelt. Blood not only flowed but evaporated into wild glyphs dancing in the air, creating traces from every drop of blood that formed a tangled pattern, hinting at life struggling against extinction. Beelzebub behind her began to fade, not because she was losing—but because she was starting to merge with the will itself, filling the void left behind with dark light moving swiftly, like a shadow trying to escape from reality.

And before them, the First Voidwright began to change form. She was no longer human. A pale white light flickered, as if struggling not to extinguish, highlighting her new form that became increasingly undefined.

She was a pure system, a representation of the will that rejects inconsistency. Around her, particles of light flew harmoniously, transcending the limits of meaning and depicting the essence of all possibilities that had existed, and as she responded to the resistance, a great energy formed, triggering vibrations that spread to everything around her.

Voidwright's True Form: Lex Suprema Nullaria

Her body expanded into a glowing black disc with rotating glyph rings, creating shadows that continuously shrank around them. Her eyes were no longer there. What remained was one gap—a place where all words, love, and songs were thrown to be erased. The pulsing sound from the cosmic abyss behind her added to the atmosphere, reminding them of the silence that awaited at the end of all endeavors.

First Spell: "Veritas Lapsus"

A wave of energy surged from the palm of the Voidwright, creating an illusion of distorted space and time. The rotating glyph circle formed a bright rectangle, making the sky appear cracked. "Only false certainties do you hold!" she shouted, her voice echoing as if shaking the atmosphere.

Second Spell: "Tenebrae Resonare"

With precise hand movements, the Voidwright summoned dark shadows swirling around Fitran. The gleam of black rays enveloped her body, revealing a shattered self-image. "You are trapped in an illusion called hope," she hissed, her voice low amidst the chaos of battle.

Third Spell: "Lux Mortis"

Fitran, while struggling to stand, summoned strength from within herself. She raised her hand, and dazzling light radiated from her fingers. "I am more than just hope," she shouted, as the light swirled into an endless gleam that challenged the darkness. An aura of confidence radiated beams that pierced the shadows, creating shadows once again, challenging the existence of the Voidwright.

Fourth Spell: "Aeternum Fractura"

Fitran channeled energy into the ground, causing glowing cracks to penetrate the space around her. "Everything you try to destroy will rise again," she said with conviction. In an instant, shards of light sparkled from the 'cracks' as if calling all lost hopes.

The last Voidling appeared.

Small. Fragile.

Trembling.

In her body, there were no glyphs.

No words.

She was submerged beneath the shadow of a beam of light from Fitran, presenting a soul struggling to survive in the darkness.

Only one imperfect line...

that circled, then stopped—unfinished. That moment hung, giving new meaning to every struggle that occurred between them, as if through their struggle, the world outside vibrated in dramatic synergy.

"This is not a spell," Fitran whispered.

"This is not magic."

"This... is the last feeling I could never write down."

Fitran's Final Defense "(Unnamed)"

An existential defense that cannot be classified, as it was not built from any linguistic system.

The Voidwright tried to read it—failed spectacularly.

Tried to destroy it—was repelled.

Tried to ignore it—only to be reflected.

The Effect

The last Voidling became resonance—spreading throughout the Void, creating an undefined zone that shook the order. All systemic attacks became irrelevant because there were no words to describe its object. Spells could not target, and the Voidwright did not know what she was fighting against, creating doubt and uncertainty between them.

New Spell: "Light Against Darkness"

The Voidwright raised her hand, bright blue light emerged from her, splitting the darkness. "With this light, I wish to dismantle the illusion of everything that is covered!" she shouted while focusing on her solemn spell. Her words radiated soft light, as if all the darkness around her evaporated.

New Spell: "True Ghost"

Displaying a flickering shadow of herself, Fitran declared, "I am the void that reflects all that exists. Let us face the facts directly!" Her shadow stretched in the air, creating a vague form that challenged the Voidwright. The environment around her echoed, as if the ghosts of the past whispered in anguish.

New Spell: "Constrained Downfall"

From the depths of darkness, Fitran's voice deepened, "I am trapped in the web of existence, but this web will tear!" As she uttered these words, black chains vibrated with power, forming waves of chaos that swept through the Void. The surrounding atmosphere seemed to echo, responding to her challenge with a terrifying sound.

New Spell: "Lost Elysium"

The Voidwright chuckled softly, furrowing her brow. "Do you dare to bring hope into this darkness? Perhaps, that is the best form of courage," she spread her arms, creating something resembling a beautiful view as a terrifying illusion in the darkness. Bright colors glimmered, painting a seemingly utopian world, creating unmatched beauty while harboring deep sorrow.

Playing a game of light and shadow, the environment around them spun and vibrated. Wavy light began to dance in the air, forming unpredictable geometry. Colors shifted from fiery red to cool blue, creating an atmosphere full of tension and uncomfortable beauty.

"If you have no form, I will force the world to give you a name."

"And that name... I will change to Nothing."

She launched Final Act: Unname The World,

a spell that sought to erase the identity of existence by rewinding time to before the first glyph was written, attempting to sever everything that had existed.

Empty space began to emerge.

The ground crumbled.

Voidlings disappeared one by one.

However... Fitran still existed.

Because she did not use a name.

She was no longer part of language but became a greater entity, beyond the words that could describe her.

She was only love that remained alight,

and love... cannot be erased from the ever-flowing time,

because it does not demand to be remembered, only to remain in eternal memory.

From afar—from places uninvolved in the battle—

voices emerged:

A mother calling the name of a long-lost child.

A student rereading a letter from a deceased teacher.

An old man repeating his wife's name... even though her grave had crumbled.

And all of that... made the Voidwright tremble.

"Mundus Umbra!" Fitran shouted, unleashing thick black light that enveloped her surroundings, creating an illusion of shadows depicting every lost memory, while every present face seemed to wait with hope.

The Voidwright responded, her eyes glowing maroon. "Nomen Oblitus!" She waved her hand, and the lost names swirled in the air, trying to tear through space and time, as if embracing the void tightly. The shadows of people continued to tremble, as if trapped in a whirlpool of time.

Fitran firmly stated, "Love is not just a promise, but an active choice, so I choose to remain in an unexpected way."

The Voidwright snarkily replied, "But without a name, what does your existence mean? Just an illusion in the darkness?"

Straightening her back, Fitran proclaimed "Eros Eternum!", launching a wave of colorful energy that spread around them, radiating a soft, calming aura, creating a moment where the battle seemed to pause, and offering hope to those who were hurt. The deep breaths in this peaceful atmosphere could be felt in every corner, making all existence vibrate gently.

Unwilling to be outdone, the Voidwright focused her power, "Tempus Fugit!" producing rapid flashes and trapping time within it, creating a spinning milestone, shadows clashing and creating chaos that shook space.

From the darkness, a manifestation of energy was presented by Fitran with her final spell, "Lumen Cineris!" which produced vibrant light from the projections of lost admirers' memories, enveloping the Voidwright with a profound sense of loss. The light mingled with the darkness, creating a captivating contrast, how something that seemed lost could shine again.

Behind Fitran, a giant glyph formed depicting all that was unspoken.

Not derived from magic.

Cannot be copied.

Cannot be read.

Only felt, vibrating in the souls present there.

And those who saw it... wept.

Not out of sadness.

But because they knew:

that was the feeling they once buried but never acknowledged.

The battle was not over.

The Voidwright still had one more form.

But her system... began to doubt.

And Fitran, though imperfect,

still stood—with an unexplainable love... and one that could not be defeated by any power.

"Look at this world, Fitran," the Voidwright exclaimed with a voice that split the silence, "death and life intertwine in an eternal dance. We are not just fighting to win, but to reveal the buried truth."

With that, the Voidwright raised her hands to the sky. From her fingertips emerged dancing dark light, forming a new spell called Tenebrae Nexus. Light and shadow fought in one frequency, creating a scene that made the air around them vibrate.

"Do you really believe that darkness is the answer?" Fitran replied, her heart's voice filled with power. "I choose to shine even if just a glimmer, with my spell Lumen Eternus." Light flooded the space, creating an illusion as if thousands of suns were shining in the battle against darkness.

The surrounding environment vibrated, the walls of the labyrinth swayed as if feeling the inevitable emotional turmoil. The light from the spells Tenebrae Nexus and Lumen Eternus faced each other, producing a stunning spectrum of colors and creating a visual effect that hypnotized all present there.

In the midst of the sounds of battle, a new spell called Ordo Existentialis stood out, manipulating existence—not just space, but also time—creating an illusion that made air particles get trapped and slowed the heartbeat of everyone present.

"We are not just shadows in the darkness, we are the light that sets the definition," Fitran continued, standing firm with the shield of love in her heart, unshaken even when surrounded by darkness.

With her final spell, Visum Concordia, the Voidwright created lines of light that separated peace and chaos, trying to regain control—while Fitran fought with the magnetic force of her boundless love.

Light and darkness not only waged war but also collaborated in a symphony that urged all beings to feel the meaning behind their existence. Every voice, every color, enveloped their souls—awakening them to the meaning of a greater struggle.