Memory of Heaven:Romance Written By Fate Through Beyond Infinity Time Chapter 332 Omega - The Nameless Keeper of Time

The cracked sky has healed.

The storm of ti has cald.

The soft light of dawn radiates between the slowly dissipating clouds.

Silence.

There is no sound except for the gentle breeze that carries with it the damp aroma of wet stones and earth, signifying that nature has just evaded destruction.

Amidst the silence, as if nature is trying to rember its lost beauty, a ray of sunlight penetrates the remaining gaps in the clouds. Dewdrops fall softly to the ground, signaling a new hope arising even in the darkness they have just endured.

Fitran stands alone at the pinnacle of the tower, now open to the sky.

Excalibur in his hand trembles slightly, not out of threat—but because sothing greater is approaching.

With the gentle wind brushing his face, Fitran feels a call from afar. Perhaps it is the voice of destiny delivering a ssage of the struggle that must continue. Fearlessly, he prepares to face whatever may co, as if courage and sacrifice have beco part of his very blood.

He gazes at Sheena below, standing amidst the ruins of Elysvarre hall.

Her gown is torn in several places, yet her face radiates the strength of a mother who has protected her child until the end.

Her belly glows softly, the Voidwright glyph pulsing steadily.

In that mont, there existed a bond deeper than love itself. Within their gazes lay an unspoken promise—a vow to battle against all darkness for a brighter future. Every wound and tear in Sheena's gown illustrated the struggles they had indelibly faced together, each one a testant to their resilience.

Fitran descended from the ruins and approached her.

He embraced Sheena wordlessly.

"We've won."

Sheena nodded slowly.

"For now."

Suddenly, the wind ceased.

The air grew heavy.

It was as if ti held its breath once more.

This tension was palpable in every corner, as if the entire world awaited a single decisive step. The universe seed to embrace tightly, holding both hope and fear in one profound breath. Everything appeared poised on the brink of sothing greater, entwined in an unfinished ritual teeming with potential and intertwined threats, embodying an atmosphere of profound uncertainty.

A silent lightning split the sky.

Clouds swirled like a giant vortex.

A towering shadow erged behind the clouds, slowly revealing its form.

A colossal creature.

Larger than mountains.

Older than ti itself.

The silent lightning split the sky.

The clouds twisted like a giant vortex.

A towering shadow erged from behind the clouds, slowly revealing its form.

A cold wind howled fiercely, carrying the thick scent of rain, as if the universe had heeded a command. In the profound silence, all things braced themselves for a fate that felt inevitable, trembling on the edge of destiny.

A colossal creature.

Larger than mountains.

Older than ti can be rembered, it stood as a mute witness to erased history and battles fought and faced. Each heartbeat produced a powerful vibration, shaking the ground beneath it, signaling that sothing grand was rising from the darkness.

Its skin shimred like obsidian and aged bronze.

Upon its forehead, the Oga symbol glowed with a silvery blue light—an emblem signifying the end of all things. The light emanated an unsettling sense of worry and fear, touching the hearts of those who beheld it, reminding them that decisions do not solely impact oneself but resonate throughout the fabric of the world.

A pair of eyes the size of lakes gazed downward.

These eyes possessed the uncanny ability to pierce the darkness of hearts and minds, looking deep into the soul of every being standing below, ting out justice without rcy. Every choice was ticulously weighed, every sacrifice morialized, and the voices of the forgotten resonated once more in silence—providing evidence that every action holds the power to alter the course of fate that had been inscribed.

Not anger. Not hatred.

What radiated was only... a decision.

A heavy decision, born from burdens carried through the ages, lood in this mont. Sacrifice was not rely a choice but a passionate duty, a calling to confront a future filled with both hope and challenges. The entire world held its breath, watching intently as a greater destiny awaited revelation.

"The Scribe of the New Fate. Heir of Light and Void."

"You have shattered the cycle of ti that was set before the first nations spoke."

Amidst the chaos, shadows of the past swirled, trapped between unseen dinsions. Whispers from the Tikeepers flowed through the wind, warning of impending consequences—a signal from a world acutely sensitive to injustice and imbalance.

"I am the Naless Tikeeper."

"Oga."

All that has ever happened converged in the space surrounding them, painful mories of unfinished battles. Every lost face, every soul forced into sacrifice, now gazed with hopeful expectancy, waiting for answers from the Keeper.

"I have co to restore the balance that has been shattered."

The ground beneath their feet trembled with an ominous energy that seed to reverberate through the very essence of reality.

Stones begin to transform into dust of light.

Pillars, towers, and the hos of Elysvarre slowly dissolve.

As if the universe were inhaling back everything that once existed, signaling the end of a long tale intertwined with inevitable sorrow. The warriors, battling within their mories, resonated with the vibrations of peace traversing the world, reminding them that sacrifice is an integral part of the eternal universal dance, reshaping reality within the true ecosystem.

It is not like destruction—this is more akin to... erasure.

As if the kingdom had never existed, wiped from their mories and its history.

Yet, amidst the somber silence, hope endured. The ethics deeply ingrained in the hearts of the warriors reminded them that every mont in ti holds significance, and every existence is valuable, even if it may be obliterated in the unavoidable erasure dictated by the greater universe.

"To protect the foundation of reality, Elysvarre and all that is bound to it will be erased from the tiline."

Fitran gripped Excalibur tightly.

With its unmatched brilliance, Excalibur shone in the darkness, highlighting Fitran's determination and courage. The sword was not rely a weapon; it was a symbol of the sacrifice he must bear, a burden he had to carry for the sake of a better future.

"No! You can't—"

Oga did not speak. There was no need for words.

It was a will that could not be negotiated.

Suddenly, Fitran felt his arm grow light.

The embrace he had shared with Sheena—slowly fading.

As if all the energy of ti itself negated the last warmth that enveloped them, Fitran sensed the world surrounding him tremble. A dark shadow approached from the depths, signaling that sothing inevitable, sothing greater than just the two of them, was drawing near. A thick sensation of powerlessness enveloped the atmosphere as if summoning the ominous aroma of an unavoidable fate.

He looked down.

Sheena's hand began to transform into light.

"Sheena..."

Sheena looked up.

Tears stread down her cheeks, yet a gentle smile adorned her lips.

In that mont, as light enveloped Sheena's hands, Fitran felt as though he were witnessing all the mories they had shared—laughter, battles, and even serene monts of silence. Each passing second served as a poignant reminder that love can transcend the tyranny of ti and fate; even at the very edge of this void, their love seed capable of encompassing everything.

"I... I am bound to Elysvarre."

"To the Elyndra family. To the blood oath that has shaped for so long."

"If Elysvarre is erased... I will be too."

Fitran shook his head, his eyes burning with rejection.

"No! I have fought against gods, demons, even ti itself. I will not let you be taken away."

All around them, a storm of emotions surged, the roaring winds whispering between them, carrying the voices of the past trapped within the dust and light. Each mont felt heavy, weighed down by a tension that gripped their hearts. In this beautiful yet cacophonous world, imrsed in the shimring forest, they knew the ti was drawing near.

Sheena placed her hand on Fitran's cheek, which was also beginning to glow with a faint light.

"You have freed ."

"If I must go, I will do so with pride as your wife."

Sheena's voice humd softly, like a lody flowing through the wind, transcending the boundaries of ti and space. It signaled the depth of their love, despite the harsh fate they faced. In a universe filled with wonders, there was a warm embrace between two souls who understood each other, even amidst daunting differences. With every spoken word, they forged an unbreakable promise.

"I'm sorry... Fitran, I can't live with you and give you an heir to continue our legacy."

The wind completely stilled.

Ti around them slowed.

In the suffocating silence, the mont seed to invite both wonder and despair. A strand of Sheena's hair floated gently in the air, as if sensing the longing to endure, even with the curses of fate threatening them and the challenges surrounding them. The stars in the night sky shone brighter, witnessing this mont, while the universe vibrated with a love story that would never fade with ti, a testant to the resilience of the heart.

The Oga stood still in the sky, granting those final monts without words.

Sheena pulled Fitran's face closer, their eyes locked in a final affirmation of their bond.

They kissed.

It was not a farewell kiss.

Rather, it was a kiss of affirmation.

It signified that their love had forged a new world—one that, even if they could not inhabit together, would remain etched in the ti and space they created.

Fitran held Sheena's waist, yet his body began to dissolve in her embrace.

The tips of Sheena's hair radiated light.

Her eyes started to shift, becoming increasingly transparent, as if they were glimpsing into realms yet undiscovered.

As his presence began to fade, Fitran felt a flicker of fear fill the space in his heart. Yet, at that very mont, a wave of gratitude surged through him, realizing that their love would continue to live on, albeit in a different form. A burning love, an unbreakable bond, even as fate demanded profound sacrifices.

"I will wait on the other side."

"Don't let ti forget ."

In a flash of violet and blue light, Sheena vanished completely.

Her last words whispered in Fitran's mind:

"I love you. I have always loved you. Even if the world does not rember who I am."

She disappeared without a trace,

as she left behind a profound silence.

Fitran stood alone in the empty land.

No towers. No trees. No castles.

The path that once existed was now covered with dust, a reminder of the steps that brought joy and hope.

Cold sweat trickled down Fitran's brow as the chilly wind whispered softly, almost enticing him to surrender to the darkness that enveloped him relentlessly.

Only a field of white ash surrounded by an empty horizon remained.

In his hand, he still clutched Excalibur.

Within his heart pulsed the Voidwright glyph alongside Michael's fire of judgnt.

And... the will of his living child.

His mind trembled with mories, the joyous laughter of his child echoing and intertwining with poignant pain and hope as they danced throughout his mind.

He wondered whether all this sacrifice would be in vain or if his fate would bring about the change he had always dread of—a hope reliant on the courage and sacrifices made thus far.

Oga looked down.

"Elysvarre has co to an end."

But the future, a realm of potential, remains still unwritten, waiting for the choices yet to be made.

Oga vanished.

The sky turned empty.

In that silence, shadows of hope and uncertainty blended, waiting for the mont when light would break through the darkness once more.