Memory of Heaven:Romance Written By Fate Through Beyond Infinity Time Chapter 405 Fallen Omega — Ragnarok’s Awakening and the Betr

Amidst the wave of magic that shakes ti and will, where Rui and Chronos clash against each other's destinies, and Joanna and Zeus strive to maintain the stability of the Ti Crystal, a strange glow ignites from within its core, promising wonder.

The Absolute Ti Crystal, no longer just the heart of the Oga world, has beco a window revealing unexpected depths, offering an exotic view into a greater mystery, including the potential futures that could arise from the choices made today.

Joanna turned swiftly, feeling an influx of foreign mories surging forth.

Then she saw it.

In the translucent light of the crystal, the Oga world appeared—not as it is now, but in its future, torn and decaying.

The land yawned like a deep wound, the sky devoid of color, rely streaked with fury and eternal lant, enhancing the somber atmosphere. Ancient buildings that once towered as symbols of technological and magical glory now crumbled in silence, whispering tales of loss and despair. Among the ruins, bodies—humans, animals, even ti itself—stood petrified, frozen in positions of fear, creating a panorama of profound sorrow, depicting the consequences of powerlessness and injustice.

In the distance, a rumbling sound seems to accompany the void, reminding all of the bright days that have now beco nothing but faint mories. The air is filled with the scent of rust and char, scorching the remaining hopes and provoking a painful irritation. The moans and roars of helplessness echo, adding to the weight pressing down on Joanna's chest, as if she were crushed beneath all those bitter mories that refuse to fade away.

And amidst the ruins, stands Oga. Not a world, not an entity, but the anthropomorphic embodint of that world itself.

A giant man, his body fractured, his skin composed of the layers of continents and mories. The emblem of a cracked Spiral hangs from his chest. Each breath he takes generates a fog of destruction.

"I... am born from your desire that curses ti."

"Joanna... you are the one who awakened the Black Sun. And now I... am dying."

Joanna trembled, confronting the emotional weight of countless mories encapsulated in her gaze, feeling the heaviness of sorrow enveloping her soul.

Darkness crept around them, the atmosphere oppressive like a storm cloud poised to strike. Oga, the very embodint of the world, looked at her from within the crystal of ti with eyes filled with a blend of sadness and anger. A chill wind swept through, the whistling sound reminiscent of shattered mories hidden in the shadows of the past.

"When Jeanne burned, you scread to the heavens and cursed ti..."

"That curse is what gave birth to ... and ended all possibilities."

Joanna fell to her knees. Michael's wings on her back faded slowly, their glow dimming like a fire that knew it was guilty. In a fleeting mont of stillness, the sky beca clear as if holding its breath before calamity would strike again.

"I did not... I did not an—"

"There is no intention in the will that has been executed."

"Now, you must pay the price..."

Cracks appeared beneath the crystal, and the rumbling sound served as a reminder of the impending catastrophe, as if it were a warning of the poor decisions that had been made. Fear crept within them like a dagger stabbing, a reminder of the failures that led them down this path, creating an unavoidable sense of pressure.

Joanna and Zeus jumped back as the ground split, and from the crevice erged a voice:

"Ragnarok... has been summoned."

"The Oga destruction can no longer be contained..."

Within the crystal, nine red lights ford rune patterns that clawed at the sky. Each light seed to illuminate the suffocating darkness, casting haunting shadows amidst the scattered dust of pride.

The already damaged sky began to crack into another dinsion. The sound of ancient magical horns bood, and heavenly stone pillars collapsed from the heavens. They did not rely fall; they radiated an aura of the universe's wrath, adding to the devastation that had been looming.

Zeus was stunned. "No... this... this is the early sign of—" He was interrupted by a raspy voice filled with fear, affirming the reality of the inevitable destruction.

"Ragnarok."

In the nearly suffocating silence, the face of the Titan—filled with wrath and sorrow—took shape in a murky shadow, as if recalling all that had been lost and squandered. Prepared to shake the fragnted world with a trendous grandeur that instilled fear in the hearts of every creature.

From the emptiness of the opened celestial dinsion, colossal figures erged—Titanes Antiqua, the beings who had created the world before the birth of the gods. They had been hiding within the fabric of ti, waiting for the mont when the world would be sufficiently fragile to be devoured once more. Dark smoke and flashes of fiery light from the split sky heightened the oppressive atmosphere, while the winds whispered, signaling the arrival of doom. The sound of thunderous eruptions pierced the stillness, as if the world groaned under the weight of their presence.

Hyperion, crowned with the fallen sun, symbolized both power and destruction, representing the duality that haunted their existence.

Coeus, the spinner of dead stars.

Crius, with six arms, embodies the symbol of fate's will.

Iapetus, the regulator of the final boundaries of the soul.

Kronos—not to be confused with Chronos, but the King of Titans of old, once sealed at the depths of ti. "It is ti to reclaim what is rightfully ours," he growled, his voice resonating powerfully, creating vibrations that shook the ground beneath the feet of the gods.

They all stood around the battlefield.

One among them—Iapetus—made the first move.

"Hand over Vessel Qayin! He is the key! We will use his body to open the Gates of Erebos!"

In the darkness enveloping the Oga world, his voice echoed like the roar of a storm poised to tear the sky apart. The space around him trembled, as if responding to the wicked call from the trapped souls. Ashen smoke from the ruins of what once was drifted like ghosts, penetrating every pore of the now blazing red sky.

Rui, who had just launched a spiral explosion attack against Chronos, was still not fully recovered and now lay helplessly on the ground, realizing the imnse difficulty of the battle she faced.

Chronos turned and laughed.

At that mont, the deafening blast of explosions shook the emptiness, amplifying the despair that enveloped this relentless battle. In the distance, flashes of slaughter signaled that each second brought them closer to an end, indicating that hope was dwindling. Each strike, each scream, was a bullet that violently pierced through the remnants of humanity.

Joanna saw Rui collapsed, her body being dragged by Hyperion's magical chains. The face of Rui, who had never complained, was now twisted with pain.

Joanna stood up.

Within her, Jeanne's voice echoed once more:

"Will you remain silent while the one who saved you... is crushed for the sins of the past?"

As if answering the call of that wounded spirit, light began to gather around Joanna, radiating an aura of strength that sought to combat the encroaching darkness, as if awakening a power from within her soul. Her spirit ignited, breaking through the boundaries that had long held her captive, revealing the contours of the battle surrounding her; a hope that beca a fla inspiring the warriors around her.

Joanna gripped her sword of light.

"No more."

The fire of Michael flared anew, no longer rely a symbol of Virtue. Now, it served as a sister, a substitute for sin, and a shield that chose to live, giving deeper aning to its existence. This power was not only ablaze; it also radiated the light of hope amidst the terrifying darkness. Each flicker of fla that surged forth carried the fragrant aroma of a new beginning, even though it was tinged with the fear of the approaching void.

Zeus stood before Kronos the Titan, not Chronos the god of ti. Behind him, shadows of destruction lood like the ghosts of forgotten struggles. "I have defeated you once, old man," Zeus hissed.

"And I will do it again."

"You can repeat ti. But I write its history," Kronos retorted, conjuring a massive scythe from the shadows of past glories. With a single swing of that scythe, he could sever the fabric of ti, turning change into stagnation. The Oga world began to collapse utterly.

The pillars of history crumbled, and amidst the ruins, fragnts of mories floated like dust, illustrating how fragile all that was once revered truly was, and imparting valuable lessons about the consequences of their actions. Reality ebbed and flowed, revealing the instability that beca the hallmark of this post-apocalyptic world.

And now, not only ti, but the very roots of the world itself began to writhe. The rumbling from beneath the ground served as a backdrop for a tragic harmony, urging every soul who heard it to either fight or surrender.

Rui lay on her stomach, her body shackled by unimaginable ancient Titan techniques. In her desperation, she prayed to all the gods who might still be listening, hoping for a miracle amidst the darkness. anwhile, Joanna and Zeus prepared to confront the Titans with courage and unwavering resolve.

Chronos took a mont to retreat, absorbing the destruction to construct his ultimate form. In the depths of his mind, he calculated the cost of every lost second and envisioned the consequences of the final outco he was about to create.

At the center of the battlefield, Oga—an entity embodying the world itself—uttered the final words:

"If no one stops them... then Oga will truly co to an end." His voice resonated like the roar of a storm, sucking hope from every corner of the universe, indicating that the end might be closer than imagined.