Memory of Heaven:Romance Written By Fate Through Beyond Infinity Time Chapter 401 Bowing Skies — Again, Lightning for Time’s Will

The Oga world sky, once torn by the emptiness of Chronos, abruptly fell silent—if only for a mont—as the golden light from Joanna pierced through the remnants of the sky. Her body now fused with the power of Michael, Heavenly Virtue of Courage, making her appear as a heavenly avatar amidst the destruction.

Around her, the air vibrated with energy, creating waves of presence that felt profound, as if the universe itself bore witness. The whispering wind carried soft ssages of peace amidst the raging battle. Each heartbeat resonated with the pulse of majesty, as if heaven and earth united in a single divine mont.

Her silvery-white robe glimred with hints of blue from celestial glyphs. Wings of radiant light spread out like pages of a reality yearning to be rewritten. Yet, behind this beauty, waves of fear and hope tugged at one another, creating a tension that filled the air. Her hair shone as though it absorbed the stars long forgotten by the sky.

And amidst the ruins, a single being stood still—not out of fear, but out of astonishnt.

Zeus.

This event transcended imagination; the ruler of the skies sensed a power he had never witnessed before. The glimr of light before him seed like a rebirth of hope, as every ray from Joanna illuminated the dark shadows of uncertainty, revealing that this naive strength was being tested by the harsh passage of ti. There was a wonder within Joanna that distorted her temporal space, as if it were wedged between the ticking seconds and the heartbeat of the world.

Zeus stood frozen, golden lightning still hanging in the palm of his hand. He looked at Joanna with a mix of astonishnt, admiration, and a feeling... that was nearly indescribable. Around him, the atmosphere trembled, as if the world around him felt the presence of two converging forces: light and darkness, hope and ruin.

"She... is no longer human," he murmured.

Thor, still seated among the ruins, coughed loudly. "Did you just realize that?" His voice echoed like thunder in the distance, seemingly reaffirming the reality that had been torn apart.

However, Poseidon, leaning with heavy breaths, only turned briefly. "He is the last light before ti ends..." His words seed to pierce the dinsions, creating a chilling atmosphere, as if the universe itself rged in deep fear of the fate that awaited.

Yet Zeus continued to gaze at Joanna, his eyes narrowing. He had witnessed that gleam before—in ancient tis, when Michael descended into a great war against Chronos in the first era of will. The mory flashed like a bolt of light in his mind, casting aside his emotions in a storm of uncontainable feelings.

And now, that gleam was alive in a woman—who had previously been considered the cause of the Black Sun. His gaze was filled with both hope and fear; it was as if Joanna had beco a bridge between the past and the future, between the arrogance of gods and the vulnerability of humans, creating an inner struggle within the souls of all who witnessed it.

Zeus clenched his fists, the muscles in his arms tensing. Inside him, battle raged just out of sight, and with every heartbeat, it echoed like the thunder of war drums.

"If she inherits that light... then she deserves to be protected."

Zeus stepped forward, as if challenging the destiny that awaited. Each of his steps left a faint mark of burning on the ground, as if the sky itself stirred to leap with him.

The lightning hovering above Joanna—an effect of Chronos's magic—suddenly dissipated. The magical object vibrated, emitting a rumble akin to the never-calm roar of the ocean.

Chronos turned, fixing his gaze on Zeus. His terrifying presence felt overwhelming, as if his hand, commanding ti, sought to freeze everything around him.

"The sky... now defends ti?"

Zeus offered a faint smile, even as his heart raced. "I defend anyone... who can illuminate the night even when the sun has shattered." His voice flowed with determination, signaling that even in darkness, hope remains.

He raised his hand high. A shimring aura enveloped him, enhancing his grandeur in a sharp, radiant light.

"Raikō Arkanion — Divine Thunderstorm of Final Judgent." As his words echoed, the weather seed to align with his command; a chilling wind swept through, carrying an unsettling tension.

The air shifted. It did not grow hot... but beca unbreathable. As Zeus summoned a power that had been sealed away for thousands of years—the Forbidden Technique of Olympus, used but once in a past battle against Chronos, when even the mountains in the sky had to be sacrificed to close the rift in ti—the very cosmos seed to tremble with awareness. Ancient shadows surfaced in the minds of the gods, reminding them of the price paid for such power. A gentle breeze whispered of strength, while the leaves trembled as if sensing the rising tension, creating a symphony of nature that resonated with the soul.

Joanna, in her heavenly form, turned as the lightning energy began to envelop the sky. The light shimred in indescribable colors, weaving an aurora that draped the night, as if the stars were competing to witness this eting, each hue serving as a symbol of hope. With each heartbeat, fear and hope intertwined, forming an inescapable whirlwind of emotions within every living being that felt their presence.

"Zeus...?" she whispered.

Zeus did not look directly at him, but a subtle smile played at the corners of his lips. As he focused his gaze on Chronos, a sharp glint sparked in his eyes, like lightning poised to strike. "After witnessing your rise like that... I cannot simply stand by as a spectator. Even the Sky must bow when the True Light walks amidst the ruins." Zeus's voice resonated, shaking the souls brave enough to hear it. In that mont, it was as if everything around them paused, waiting to see how this confrontation would unfold.

The true form of Chronos shifted.

He sensed the danger. He unleashed pure ti curse:

"Temporal Obliteration: Chains of Forgotten Epochs," Chronos shouted with a resonant voice. Chains of forgotten ti hung from the sky, ensnaring lightning before it could strike the earth. With each sliding chain, a crackling sound echoed, reminiscent of old wood splintering under pressure, while ancient flashes of light seed to tear through the fabric of reality, trapping the safety of ti in a terrifying, deathly grip. The thunderous roar in the heavens intertwined with the breaths of the gods, inciting panic among the onlookers and living beings watching from afar, both srized and frightened. Here again, chains of forgotten ti hung from the sky, ensnaring lightning before it could reach the ground. Each sliding chain produced a crackling sound as though ancient wood was breaking under strain, while its primal light tore through the weave of reality, ensnaring the safety of ti in its deadly embrace. The booming sound resonated in the heavens alongside the breaths of the gods, creating turmoil among the spectators and creatures observing from a distance, captivated yet terrified.

However, Joanna raised her hand:

"Spiral Harmonium: Aegis of mory"

A shield of light ford, not to protect, but to rember—to recall every mont that had been lost so that the curse could not erase it again. In the brilliance of the shield, images of all the painful and joyous mories erged, dancing in the radiant light, weaving strength within every being that ever existed. As the shield took shape, the world seed to pause for a mont, caught between hope and despair.

The lightning of Zeus pierced the shackles of Chronos, rging with the spiral of Joanna's light. The light blazed like the sun rising behind dark clouds, dispelling the mysteries hidden in the shadows. The deep thunder erupted from this fusion, shaking the air particles around, transforming the existing energy into a harmony that could only be felt by those standing at the threshold of life and death.

The sky exploded.

Not in sound, but in form.

Ti folded, and light ignited without color. Chronos was hurled backward, parts of his body—composed of ancient cities, the remains of stars, and unrecorded ages—peeled away and collapsed. Gray smoke and dust particles hovered in the air, creating a curtain that obscured vision, while the future and the past entwined as if waiting for the perfect mont to strike.

The Oga world scread.

Yet the battle was not over.

Zeus, his body now encircled by living lightning that bit into reality, stepped to Joanna's side. Each of his steps echoed like thunderclaps, generating vibrations in the ground beneath him, as if the universe itself was responding to his presence.

"One more strike, Golden Witch."

Joanna looked at him—not as a god, but as an ally.

"I am Joanna... no longer the Golden Witch."

Zeus smiled wider. "Then... Joanna, let's break ti."

For a mont, they gazed at each other, feeling the extraordinary power flowing between them—a bond woven in darkness, creating a formidable alliance.

Zeus began to form a lightning formation.

Joanna spread her wings wide, drawing all the remnants of ti in the air into a spear of light. Her wings shimred with rainbow hues, illuminating the dark sky with breathtaking light, as if the very fabric of ti had been re-spun into the shape of a sharp spear tip.

Chronos, now awakened, emitted a sound—neither a language nor re noise, but the creaking of age and denial of reality. This sound echoed through the air, like distant thunder heralding a threat to all who heard it. A chilling wind struck Joanna and Rui's faces, a stark reminder of the heavy grip ti held over them.

Yet as they prepared, a fire of determination ignited within their souls, yearning for victory in the face of endless threats, propelling their bodies forward despite the weariness that dragged them down. Ti writhed once more.

Chronos summoned one final form—from within the Black Sun erged a formless entity, felt as the root of all failed wills. This figure vibrated with an energy that would never fade, as if absorbing all the light and hope around it, drowning the fighters in shadows of despair.

Beside Joanna, Rui slowly rose, her wounds still smoldering. Each breath was a struggle, each mont weighed down by deep pain. Yet courage shone in her eyes, signaling to Joanna that hope remained, hidden beneath the overwhelming despair.

"One last chance..." she said. "I will fight... alongside you." Her voice, though weak, resonated with grandeur, like a battle song uniting their strength. In the midst of panic, fear began to transform into conviction.

Three beings stood in the light:

Joanna. Rui. Zeus.

One eternal will stood in the darkness:

Chronos, in his true form.

The sky and ti, gods and mortals, magic and cultivation—all would be at stake. Every elent rged into a magnificent and terrifying dance; light and darkness fought to create a new world while the glittering dust of past battles scattered, producing an almost ethereal glow on the surface. The booming sounds and battle cries resonated like a heartbeat-quickening symphony.