Memory of Heaven:Romance Written By Fate Through Beyond Infinity Time Chapter 408 After the Light Goes Out — Omega Returns, Ragnar

Silence.

For the first ti since the destruction began, the world of Oga fell completely silent. There were no screams marking an exit. No sounds of the chains of mories clawing at the sky. No chis of reversed clocks forcing reality to submit to suffering. Even the gentle breeze felt stiff, as if nature itself was holding its breath, waiting for sothing unspoken in this stillness.

Only silence remained... and the wind gradually flowing over the scorched earth. Dust from the past floated, moving slowly like invisible shadows questioning the significance of every fleeting second. Each grain tells a story; every gust serves as a reminder of what has been lost.

Black Sun, which had hung in the sky like an open wound in reality, has vanished. It did not explode. It did not fade. Instead, it disappeared—like a nightmare slowly forgotten as morning truly arrives. And when the light began to erge, an unexpected drama unfolded; each ray piercing the darkness seed to signal the return of hope, as if the earth embraced the wounded sky with hands full of love.

Oga... returns.

The land that had once lted away with ti slowly began to harden. Rivers that once flowed upwards now returned downwards. The mory stones, holding the anguish of the past, crumbled into dust, scattered by the wind as ashes of redemption—a symbol of transformation. Amidst the ruins, faint sounds could be heard; the whispers of souls seemingly calling for ho, creating an invisible symphony of tense hope and longing.

Ancient trees that had been dead for centuries began to grow through the cracks in the earth. Not large. Not graceful. But real. A sign that Oga is still alive. Among its branches, birds flying low appeared as ssengers from the past, recounting stories that were almost forgotten, etching endless steps into the new pages of ti.

In the heart of the battlefield, the Crystal of Ti had now transford into a tranquil white stone—no longer shining, yet it felt like the heart of the world finally pulsing without pain. Each vibration resonated like a heartbeat of hope, creating a new rhythm for the wounded soul, as the long-buried source of life began to blossom again from the deep darkness.

Rui sat at the edge of the ti rift that had once opened. Before her, the images of the past and future intertwined; on one side, shadows of the dark destruction known as Oga surfaced, while on the other, a gentle light from unforeseen new possibilities erged. She felt the heavy burden of hope and uncertainty, where the journey towards rebirth was just beginning.

Her hand still clutched the last light watch of Joanna. She did not cry. She simply... remained silent. As if ti had stopped, silence seed to creep through the entire quiet world. Each heartbeat beca an echo marking the boundary between despair and the hope that lay hidden.

"You saved everything... but you still chose to leave..."

She gazed at the sky now filled with tiny stars—not ordinary stars, but fragnts of mory restored by Joanna's magic. The wind whispered softly, like a gentle voice from the lost past, bringing him back to beautiful monts frad in mories that were now almost out of reach.

"Must I live... with this burden?"

From within him, Qayin's voice answered. His thoughts wandered in a maze of emotions, creating shadows of the inevitable future and the past.

"You can choose to erase that mory, Rui."

"But if you do... then she will truly be gone." The words slipped from his lips like a northern wind, carrying all the cold and uncertainty that froze his soul, as if ti flowed more slowly in that mont.

Rui offered a small smile, a revival of hope in its gentlest form. As if, in the full moon shining its light, she found beauty within the darkness surrounding her.

"No. Let her live in every breath I take." Her heart's voice recited an unuttered poem, reminding her that pain and love are two sides of the sa coin.

Oga, in her semi-entity form, now stood half-transparent near the Crystal of Ti. Her voice trembled, creating ripples in the air, as if each word were a bridge to a new reality in this wounded world.

"I feel... light."

In the thick darkness, the light from the Crystal of Ti pulsed with unexpected strength, illuminating secrets hidden within the intricacies of fate. Oga felt his consciousness rge with the flickering energy, connecting him to the essence of everything, as if becoming the balance between what was lost and what is reborn in the despair of this world.

"This world no longer revolves around revenge."

Zeus approached him, his body still glowing with remnants of lightning. "You have witnessed the end and still chose to rise. That makes you... more than just the world."

Oga bowed his head. "Yet the world never sleeps without dreams. And I... sense sothing approaching."

From the horizon, despite the sky having cleared, there were invisible cracks still hanging in the air—as if the world itself bore scars that could not be erased, only left behind as reminders.

Amidst the scattered debris, silence lingered, and the wind whispered with echoes from the past. The soft sound, like a song carried by the breeze, seed to remind all beings that every void contains the tumult of a forgotten history, a matrix of despair and hope intertwined.

Oga turned westward, his gaze fixed on the erging glow, as if reluctant to deny the bitter reality that had unfolded. Waves of energy from the sky created a shimring aura around him, radiating elegance while simultaneously awakening a sense of impending danger.

"Ragnarok is not over."

"What we are fighting against... is only the prologue to the destruction."

Zeus furrowed his brow. "Chronos has been defeated. The Titans have retreated. What more remains?"

Oga stared at the sky with eyes like mirrors, each tremor revealing layers of shattered humanity. He saw reflections of a narrative opposing the canvas of ti, a world ripped from ignorance, sadness, and the permanence of hope's glimr pointing towards a new direction.

"Sothing... older than ti itself."

At the very bottom of the dinsional fracture—just beneath where the Erebos Gate was nearly open—sothing began to pulse.

It was neither light.

Nor darkness.

But a pure concept: an ancient will that did not even recognize a na.

Its symbol could not be spoken. Its mark could not be drawn.

Yet, amidst the breaths and the sighs of the wind, those who had studied the oldest scrolls referred to it as:

"Aspiratum."

The will before will. The first rejection against creation. And it woke up.

Rui, feeling a tremor within her soul, turned quickly. A sound like thunder echoed in her blood, as if reminding her of the great responsibility she must bear.

"You are the key."

"Your blood once carried a curse."

"Now... bring forth liberation."

Oga turned to Rui and Zeus. Around them, dark shadows gathered, revealing hollow yet significant figures, as if they were souls trapped in unspeakable sorrow. The damp scent of earth mixed with the rain that had just subsided enveloped the space around them, heightening the tension as they prepared to face their unavoidable fate.

"Oga can be saved... but it won't survive if sothing older than destruction rises again with greater power."

"Ragnarok... has truly just begun."

Zeus clicked his tongue softly. "So we're not done yet."

In that tense mont, the wind whispered with a lodic voice, carrying ssages from ancestors long gone, as if they too wished to contribute to the battle being fought to save the world.

"The world has been united... but now you must keep it whole."

"And Spiralwalker... you must decide whether you will be a reminder... or a shield."

Rui stood, gripping Joanna's fading watch. In her hand, she felt the ticking of ti that could not be reversed; a reminder of all that had been lost and everything that must be risked for a better future. Each drop of sweat from her brow signified the heavy burden she had to bear, fighting against uncertain fate, amid the shadows of darkness waiting to ensnare her in despair.

"If this is not the end... then I will be the sword of that end."

Zeus stood beside her, a manifestation of power and grandeur from a forgotten era. Shadows of the past, emotions, and fading ambitions seed to creep between them, united in an inevitable mission. These silhouettes depicted centuries of stories that had borne witness to this battle, ready to rise again if given the chance.

The sky rumbled.

And in the distance... Aspiratum opened his tiless eyes. Behind those irises lay an ocean of experience and sorrow, along with a strange power that could ignite the flas of passion in the darkness. From the haunting silence to the thunderous chaos, the world beneath trembled, as if beckoning them to move forward on a journey without end.