Memory of Heaven:Romance Written By Fate Through Beyond Infinity Time Chapter 397 Spiral vs Sky — Fight Under the Black Sun

Oga World no longer stands as a world.

It is a battlefield of ancient wills clashing with one another. Beneath the shadows of the deities, every breath feels like a scream of souls trapped in ti, pleading for justice and liberation from the shackles of fate.

The sky is torn apart by heavenly lightning, and the ground cracks under the irregular pulse of ti, creating a chilling atmosphere that signals a titanic battle. Amidst the ruins of a history scorched by the light of the Black Sun, two humans stand against five gods, while the thunderous roar of lightning paints a symphony of the universe's wrath.

Joanna, the Ti Sorceress.

Yu Rui Fei Lin, the Spiralwalker and Vessel of Qayin.

Their foes: the Sky Sovereigns.

Odin. Thor. Zeus. Poseidon. Hades.

Zeus launches the first attack:

"Bolt of Themis: Absolute Judgnt."

A single lightning bolt splits the sky into two paths of fate. The lightning does not strike... it chooses. Every second feels heavy, as if ti itself waits for the outco of this eternal decision.

Joanna steps forward, freezing ti in the air with her magical power. With a skilled hand movent, she twists the magic back to the lightning of the past, as if tearing the veil of reality and bringing forth hope for a different outco in this tension-filled battle.

"Chrono Return: The Arrow That Never Was" – a cry that resonates amid the battle, signifying a hope tinged with uncertainty.

As Zeus's lightning erupted in silence, it failed to reach its target. However, from the side, Thor charged forward. An aura of courage and fury enveloped him, making him an unstoppable force.

"Mjölnir Drive: Redstorm Collapse!"—a strike renowned in myth, where the power of lightning collaborates with a storm to unleash destruction.

The hamr, carrying the tempest for seven millennia, swung toward them. Just before the impact, Poseidon added:

"Ocean Bind: Leviathan's Grip."

Water solidified into chains, tightly wrapping around Rui. The waves of oceanic power crashing down created a chilling sensation penetrating the soul, intensifying the drama of this clash between two cosmic forces.

Yet Rui took a deep breath, recognizing the aning within the silence: she did not speak in the language of this world but instead used a tongue rooted in their destinies. In the quiet, the whispering winds between them stirred a sense of an adventure yet to co.

Instead, he closed his eyes and proclaid:

「鎖魂破界・天罰裂」

Suǒ Hún Pò Jiè: Tiānbá Liè

(Breaker of Souls and Boundary Penetrator: Crack of Divine Punishnt)

With a single, concentrated slash, he split Poseidon's water chain into pure mist, while droplets of water sparkled like crystals, seemingly dancing on the back of his hand. From this ethereal display, a long, transparent sword was ford—one that cut through aning and form. Each reflection of light from the sword painted thousands of stories, depicting the battles that transpired, as if ti montarily halted to honor the unexpected power now erging from Rui.

In a fleeting mont, he cleaved the water chain of Poseidon into wisps of mist. The droplets transford into shimring crystals, creating a symphony of beauty that contrasted sharply with the fierce battles unfolding. It was as if ti paused briefly, solely to pay tribute to the unforeseen strength that had now arisen.

Thor drew closer, the tension in the air intensifying. But Rui turned away, taking a deep breath, ready to face the impending challenge.

"「踏星無影・千劍散」"

Tà Xīng Wú Yǐng: Qiān Jiàn Sàn

(Step of the Star Without Shadow: Scatter of a Thousand Swords)

His footsteps vanished. From the shadowy ground erged thousands of sword apparitions, all striking from various dinsions—targeting Thor's weaknesses within the very fabric of ti. A resonating sound, reminiscent of thunder, echoed as the swords launched, poised to carve fate.

anwhile, Rui held off three gods with astonishing bravery, while Joanna observed intently Odin and Hades, two deities radiating an aura of wisdom and terrifying power, each embodying the essence of guidance and punishnt.

They were the oldest among the gods, every line etched on their faces revealing centuries of wisdom and a profound respect for imasurable strength.

Odin raised his spear:

"Gungnir Oga Form: Worldpierce Point."

One throw would impale Joanna's body to the roots of the world. In an instant, the heavens and the earth seed to unite, bracing for the inevitable impact.

But Joanna closed her eyes and said:

"Codex Harmonia: Spiral of Ti Absolute."

From behind her, a colossal clock appeared, spinning in seven directions. Every passing second bore witness to the chilling tension, as even ti itself seed to quiver in the face of the power directed towards it.

Ti was not rely halted.

It was restructured.

"Anima Fractum: Hourglass Rebirth."

Gungnir was thrown, but Joanna stopped it in the mont before it was launched.

The radiant glow from the heart of the battle surrounded them, causing the sky to tremble as if witnessing a clash of gods.

The gods realized—this human was no ordinary human.

Zeus and Thor ford an electric formation.

Lightning flickered in the sky, creating a bridge of energy that traversed dinsions, as if calling upon all natural forces to unite.

Poseidon summoned The Ocean of Dinsions.

Invisible waves erged, swelling with the awakening of ancient powers, shaking the foundations of reality.

Hades opened the Gate of the Ancestral Dead, while Odin rewound the Runes of Fate.

The ancient ritual began, calling forth the souls trapped in darkness, uniting with eternal magic.

"Formation of the Five Pillars of Heaven!"

"Erase the Spiral!"

"Shatter ti!"

Amidst the deities' chants, the whispering winds carried the secrets of the ages, as space vibrated with tension.

Five cosmic attacks collided into one:

"Ω: Wrath of Divine Accord".

Yet, Joanna raised her hand. Rui stood beside her, gripping her sister's hand.

In these crucial monts, their powers flowed together, forming a bond stronger than blood.

"Let cleave the world with you."

「無道輪迴・千面碎魂」

Wú Dào Lúnhuí: Qiān Miàn Suì Hún

(Samsara Without Dharma: Fragnts of a Thousand Faced Soul)

The aura of Rui and Joanna rged, forming a luminous spiral cloak that enveloped them.

All around them, a dazzling light altered the atmosphere, creating a more magical environnt that stirred the remaining spirit.

In an unwavering spirit of struggle, Joanna activated her final magic:

As the attacks from the five gods crashed against the spiral shield ford by Joanna and Rui, the sky shattered into crystals of ti, painting a picture of an unimaginable battle outco—a vision of a future filled with both hope and darkness.

Light flowed from the ruins, crafting a breathtaking image of tragedy and hope colliding at the peak of despair.

An unheard explosion.

Yet around them, tens of thousands of possibilities perished together. Space and ti collapsed. Reality writhed. Lightning, water, death, will, and history... unraveled and rewoven.

Amidst the explosions, the spirits of ancient legendary warriors erged, offering support, channeling their resolve into this battle, as if reminding all involved of the invaluable lessons from history past, that courage can change fate.

The gods were thrown back.

Bloodied Zeus and fallen Thor lay in defeat. Poseidon lost his trident, and the impact of this battle affected even the gods themselves. Hades stood frozen in helplessness, while Odin retreated, realizing that confronting this power was no trivial matter.

In the midst of the crumbling battlefield, where light and darkness converged, Joanna and Rui remained standing, seemingly the last hope between the shattered world and the void that awaited.

Joanna knelt, blood flowing from her mouth, a reflection of the imnse struggle she had endured. Rui supported her with care, her face etched with concern, mirroring the high stakes in this battle that determined the fate of the world. Amid the deafening chaos, the whisper of the wind seed to recount the tale of the fallen gods.

"We... haven't won yet," Joanna said, her voice barely audible against the roar of the surrounding waves of anger.

Rui gazed up at the torn sky, witnessing the intricate weave of lightning and darkness rging, creating an image of the past and future entwined by a powerful and inescapable thread of fate.

Black Sun... now opens its eyes.

From within the black sun, two pupils opened like a watch that did not tick—echoing the paradox of ti, signaling an unforeseen danger. Everyone who beheld this mont felt as if the world had co to a stop; ti held them tightly, waiting in agonizing anticipation, as if aware that whatever was to co could alter everything.

A voice erged from within: a voice that was lodic yet haunting, vibrating the hearts of the remaining warriors, instilling fear into every soul that listened.

"Chronos... rise."

And the entirety of Oga braced itself to confront the oldest will, a force capable of bending the laws of nature and responding to the call from the depths of darkness.

It was a being that had never wished to be born, yet always posed a threat, erging from the worst nightmares of the gods.

A presence that had never wished to be forgotten, its traces etched into history, instilling fear in the hearts of every creature bold enough to resist.