Memory of Heaven:Romance Written By Fate Through Beyond Infinity Time Chapter 407 Final Light — Joanna’s Ultimate Magic

After a long battle against Chronos and the betrayal of the Titans, the land of this world now lies cracked under the weight of a history that gnaws at the very foundation of reality. Ti's pillars have crumbled like towers devoid of support, a symbol of the chaos that has persisted for thousands of years. The partially open gates of Erebos emanate a dark aura, within which the shadows of erased will writhe, attempting to seep through. Amidst the tremors of ti, the echoes of remaining fates guide the abandoned souls, as if calling them back to their lost purpose. Each passing second feels like a thousand frozen mories, flowing in an invisible current that weaves the fabric of destiny, enveloping every facet of this fragile reality.

Amidst this turmoil stands Joanna, her body weak, one wing lost, and blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, revealing the dire cost of her struggle. The painful remnants of her battle linger like thorns embedded in her soul, bringing forth a profound sense of sorrow. Yet, her eyes still shine with a flicker of hope that refuses to extinguish, daring to challenge the darkness threatening to consu her entirely with unwavering sacrifice.

From a distance, Chronos, who had been thrown back, rises again from the hole in ti. He reminds himself of the powers and failures he has endured. His body now resembles an ancient clock tower wrapped in chains of mory, each link holding tales of darkness. In every gaze, there are flashes of events deeply etched in the collective mory; whispers from the past traverse his thoughts—betrayals, longings, hopes that are hard to forget. With each step, historical nas peel away from reality, ringing like bells echoing in the void, reminding of the tragedy sung by ti itself.

"You have burned Oga. Now you wish to burn as well, Joanna?" hisses Chronos.

Joanna looked down, a bittersweet smile forming on her lips, as if pierced by shards of mory from the shattered world.

"It's not about burning..."

"...I wish to illuminate."

Her body trembled, not only from the fear that enveloped her but also from the hidden hope nestled deep within her heart. In her mind, she could hear Jeanne's voice—soft and near, like a breeze brushing against the wings of a butterfly in the dark night.

"Joanna. You know what you must do. But you also understand the cost, a price that might demand more than re sacrifice."

"If you ignite that fla... then you will leave everything you know."

Joanna looked towards Rui—her head bowed, breath held, her hands still clutching the wound on her body. Within the depths of her heart, Joanna felt a strong tug; as if from the darkness, sweet and bitter mories floated in her mind. She was trapped in a longing for a lost existence.

"If I must disappear for him to live... then I will be the fla that cannot be extinguished, even if I am no longer here," she said with a trembling voice, as if offering a sacrifice, a pact with herself.

Jeanne was silent for a mont, observing Joanna's inner struggle. In an instant, visions of the future crept into their minds like fog enveloping a valley. Then, she smiled inwardly, hoping that Joanna would find her way—though the light that would ignite might have to burn her own soul.

"Then... let us ignite the sky for the last ti."

Joanna floated gently, supported by only one wing. A heavy gaze weighed upon her, as if the entire world rested at the tip of her partially shattered feathers. Around her, shards of ti began to gather like lost puzzle pieces, forming a spiral magic circle of seven shimring layers, a reminder of all the sacrifices that had been made. A soft magical vibration coursed through her, bringing back mories of the beautiful monts that had passed, when the light of hope flowed abundantly with every breath she took.

Each layer represented a sacrifice:

1. The loss of Jeanne

2. The suffering of Rui

3. The fall of Oga

4. Ti's Betrayal

5. Michael's Light

6. The Wounds of His Own Choosing

With each sacrifice, the whispers from the universe stirred unforgettable mories, creating a profound resonance. Each recollection danced in her mind, oscillating between hope and sorrow, crafting an eternal symphony that demanded her presence. The imprints of those she loved filled the space around her, as if compelling her to acknowledge that this path was fraught with inevitable consequences, and every step unfolded within a unique tifra.

Redemptive Love

He raised his hand, and from his chest erged a heavenly clock—not to asure ti, but to fully end a tiline.

"Ultimate Spiral Invocation — Lux Caelestis: Canticle of Revers...

Redemptive Love

She raised his hand, and from his chest erged a heavenly clock—not to asure ti, but to fully end a tiline.

Amid the halted beats, his heart resonated with a profound longing. She recalled the fabricated smile he always wore, a mask of happiness concealing the depth of his wounds. A bitter taste enveloped this sacrifice; in this mont, she was not only struggling against ti, but also battling the shadows of his past that continued to haunt him, each mory feeling like a dagger piercing through, reminding him of all she had lost.

"Ultimate Spiral Invocation — Lux Caelestis: Canticle of Reversal Fla"

(Song of the Celestial Redemption Fla)

Light flooded the sky. Yet, this was no ordinary light—it ford profound verses, as if pages of a sacred book descended from heaven, singing the nas long forgotten. Along this illumination, the screams of souls trapped in ti were starkly unveiled, filling the gaps between the sacred notes resounding, awakening all to the hope lying beneath every suppressed sorrow. The flas that erged were not ant to burn, but to restore aning to every na once erased by Chronos, an effort to re-establish the lost balance.

In that mont, the whispering wind seed to beckon, inviting forth fractured mories of pain. She could feel unseen hands reaching out to her, calling her back to a realm where love was ant to be eternal—a world where ti did not erode happiness. The clouds transford into radiant poetry.

The wind flowed like a verse from the book of creation. Its gentle breath carried ancient whispers, as if reminding the remaining souls of the synergy between threats and hope in the Oga universe.

The cracked earth rged into an altar of redemption. From every fissure, shimring shrubs sprang forth, radiating a soft light like jewels, symbolizing that even in fracture, life continues to fight for resurgence.

One by one, mories that had been snatched away by Chronos began to return: the face of her mother, Jeanne's voice, Rui's little laughter, and even the songs of the Oga sky. Each mory wove a web of nostalgia, retying the sense of loss that had scattered across ti and space. "God, let rember," Joanna thought, as tears stread down her face, blurring her vision.

Chronos scread:

"NO! TI MUST NOT BE TURNED BACK!"

The voice unfolded the sky, shattering the silence that had frozen everything. Joanna felt it deep in her heart—the resonating sound of rejection vibrating through every corner of ti, reminding her how Chronos's grip had taken much more than just monts.

Joanna stepped into the air, drawing closer with determination. Each step was filled with resolve, even as doubts and fears about the consequences lood within her. Could goodness truly erge from this deep wound? "Dare to delve into that depth," she insisted to herself, hoping to unearth the answers she sought.

"This is not about turning back ti... This is about forgiving ti."

Her words flowed softly, almost as a warning to all who had ever felt the weight of burdens. She was determined to beco a bridge between mories and a future full of hope.

She thrust her glowing hand into the open heart of Chronos. The light spread like waves of love, coursing through every crack in her soul. Would Chronos finally experience the peace that had long been denied? So much hope rested on this mont.

"Final Verse — Spiral Ascension: Hour of Everlight."

Chronos's form imploded, not exploded outward—much like a star that realizes it must die for other stars to shine against the dark sky. Yet, in every implosion, Joanna felt the weight of sacrifice, a journey towards the light filled with shadows of all that was lost.

The Erebos gate closed with a trembling sound, as if the universe were taking its final breath. Beyond that gate, shadows of the past quivered, waiting for the chance to traverse ti once more.

The Oga pillars stood tall and majestic, guiding light amidst the surrounding darkness. They were made of primal energy, emanating an aura that reminded all witnesses of the power and fragility inherent in the balance of ti.

The rivers of ti ceased to overflow, bringing a painful silence. Each mont trapped in that eternity seed to press down heavily, demanding the attention of every soul involved in this battle.

And in the midst of it all... Joanna vanished. At that mont, a deep sorrow pierced the hearts of those left behind, as if ti itself turned them into silent witnesses of an indescribable loss.

Not annihilation.

Not death.

But transcendence into a part of the light of ti itself. A beam of light appeared to tremble in the void, signaling the presence of Joanna, now surpassing the boundaries known to humanity.

Rui ran to the last place where Joanna stood, his steps heavy as if the weight of ti followed her. The sense of loss that gripped her heart compelled her to keep moving, recalling every second that had ever existed between them.

All that remains is a small clock of pure light—ti that will never repeat. He gazes at it with a sense of sorrow, as if the clock embodies everything left of Joanna's soul, a journey lost in the endless waves between dinsions.

She clutches it tightly, feeling as though she is grasping her last hope. "You promised you wouldn't leave ..." she whispers, her voice filled with helplessness echoing in the silence. Each word spoken seems to carry the weight of the world on her shoulders.

She pauses for a mont, reflecting on the words exchanged between them. How could a promise drift into the air without leaving a trace? Then she offers a small smile, one that is a mixture of departure and hope.

"...But I know. You are not gone. You are simply illuminating my path from a place I cannot reach... for now." She speaks as though Joanna is still by her side, striving to recall her presence more strongly than the pain of loss.

Oga now sleeps, slowly recovering, yet his weak breath seems to speak of the vulnerabilities hidden behind his strength. A wounded king rests amid the ruins, hoping to rise again in a new formation.

Zeus gazed at the sky, his eyes shimring like falling stars. "One star extinguished... to save the galaxy." Each word held a deep sense of gratitude, yet also an inescapable sorrow, reminding that with every sacrifice cos a price, much like treasures buried in the annals of ti.

Far in another dinsion, the Spiral guardians recorded that mont as an eternal reminder of a journey that never ends, a journey that would be forever rembered by the remaining souls as a lesson in love, sacrifice, and hope amid the darkness.

"The Seventh Fla: The Light of Joanna, the Spiral Who Refuses to Fade."