Memory of Heaven:Romance Written By Fate Through Beyond Infinity Time Chapter 433 The Return of the Sword that Defies Fate — Fitra

The statues opened their mouths in unison.

Not to speak.

Not to sing.

But to scream—a sound that was not a sound, but an echo of desires that had been denied, then frozen, and now found a crack to co back to life. The ground of Valdener cracked, creating vibrations felt down to the pores. The air thinned, marking the presence of darkness that enveloped them. The sunlight turned a blood-red hue, even though there was no source, as if nature itself could feel the pain that occurred.

Joanna and Rui knelt, their bodies trembling not from magic... but because their souls were recognized by sothing too ancient to be nad. An oppressive feeling surrounded them, as if every second vibrated with dark mories, with anxiety that squeezed their breaths. Joanna looked at Rui, her eyes shining not rely with fear, but also with a repressed spirit, willing to fight against all threats. "We have to fight, Rui," she whispered, her voice soft yet determined, proclaiming hope amidst despair.

"Jo... they're not just statues..."

"They are wills forced to stop... and have forgotten how to do so." A sudden cold wind blew, as if reminding them of sothing lost. The space between them and the statues felt denser, like an invisible web separating their world from the encroaching darkness. Rui swallowed hard, her fingers clutching the ground, as if seeking support from the most basic elent.

One statue jumped—faster than could be comprehended. Its sudden movent startled Joanna, causing her to gasp and scream, her terrified voice cut off by the statue's own cry. For a mont, Rui's face reflected a shadow of tension, but in her eyes, there flickered a sincere desire to protect Joanna, regardless of the danger that lay ahead. "Don't look back! We have to move forward!" she insisted, even though uncertainty filled her, signaling that hope still existed in this darkness.

A stone hand struck the ground, creating an unknown glyph that cracked and spread in all directions.

"Resurgens Non: Vox Silentae."

(Na Resurrects: Voice of the Silence)

In the midst of the tension, Joanna felt her heartbeat pounding, as if the earth was speaking, coaxing her to listen more closely, seeking aning behind every stroke erging from the realm of dark symbols. A sense of emptiness and confusion caressed her heart, reminding her of all that had been lost in the shadows of ti, as if the past demanded attention and acknowledgnt.

"Resurgens Non: Vox Silentae."

(Rising Na: Voice from the Silence)

The spell attacked not the body, but mories. mories that did not want to be let go, but rather sank deeper, like being trapped in a narrow labyrinth of darkness.

Joanna scread—suddenly, she forgot Jeanne's voice. The voice that had always been warm now vanished like morning dew, leaving her lost in uncertainty. There was a torturous longing, a recollection of peaceful monts that now felt so distant.

Rui clutched her head—Rinoa's na faded from her mind, like a voice swallowed by fog. In the panic, she struggled to find a foothold in the swirling reality, as ti seed to tick slowly. Every corner of her mind battled, torn between happy mories and the darkness threatening to consu everything.

"This... is more than just magic," Rui whispered. "This... is a cancellation of past existence." In her words lay unspoken worries, a reminder that they were not only fighting against a visible enemy but also battling the arrogance of mories that refused to fade away. The only way to move forward was to break the chains of the past that bound their souls, paving the way for a brighter future.

With the remaining light of Michael, Joanna conjured a shield:

"Custodia Filii: Vow of Blood-Born Fla."

But it did not save them. As the light shimred around her, Joanna felt a weight on her shoulders; she knew that every decision ca with a burden she might never be able to bear. Yet, her determination would not fade—she was the hope they had longed for, disregarding the raging inner turmoil within her soul.

She was rely... delaying destruction. A sense of despair filled her heart, and she wondered if this act was enough to withstand the tide of encroaching darkness. Nevertheless, she chose to believe that the ti she bought could be ti to rediscover the strength that had been lost.

In Joanna's heart, waves of fear and despair clashed, creating a storm that shook her courage, reminding her of monts when bravery and hope had once intertwined. She recalled the small instances when she and Rui joked together, the hopes they nurtured with every step they took, now tested by the encroaching darkness.

"Because the world rejects us... we will reject the world."

Joanna had run out of magic. Drops of hot sweat began to trickle down her temples. With the last bit of strength she had left, she struggled to rember the incantation Michael had taught her, seeking a glimr of hope amidst the relentless darkness.

Rui bled from her shoulder but remained steadfast by Joanna's side. She looked more resolute than ever, as if her spirit could uplift Joanna, who was teetering on the edge of despair. "You know," she said hoarsely, "every life we fight for here is a hope for those who are weaker."

"If this is the end..."

"Then I am happy to face it with you."

Joanna smiled. "I'm sorry... I can't protect you this ti..." Her voice trembled, yet it carried warmth, as if her words beca an anchor amidst the raging storm.

But just as destruction was about to strike them—

A black light descended.

It was not darkness.

But sothing heavier than the light itself erged. Behind that light, Joanna saw figures she once held in reverence. Briefly, she recalled the tranquil monts when they could engage in deep discussions about the aning of life and sacrifice.

The wind ceased. Amidst the thunder and light, her heart raced as she pondered what would happen next. The pain in her shoulder began to fade, as if Rui's fervent spirit burned brighter than the wounds. She realized this journey was not just about survival; it was about love and genuine sacrifice.

A sound of collapse echoed.

And from the rift of ti and space...

Soone erged.

Her steps were slow, yet each footprint shattered the magical structure in the air, as if the universe responded to her presence with doubt. Her black cloak was torn from battle, revealing scars hinting at the multitude of stories within. Her sword hung low—not as a threat, but as a sign that she had conquered worse than will itself, inviting the resonance of buried fear within Joanna and Rui's hearts.

Joanna gazed at her, a struggle between worry and curiosity battling inside her. Her heart trembled as dark mories began to peek from behind the curtain of recollection. Rui tensed, her body vibrating with palpable anticipation, feeling an unseen weight flowing between them.

"Who... is that?" Rui whispered, her voice barely audible, like the wind creeping through a crack. It wasn't just fear; a sense of loss gnawed at her, infiltrating her soul. Joanna trembled, feeling a fog of helplessness enveloping her hopes.

"That... is Fitran."

Fitran did not speak.

He only stared at the two of them with piercing eyes—not out of suspicion, but because he was searching for sothing that should exist but he never knew. In his gaze, there was a deep yearning, as if he was seeking a part of himself lost in the collision of ti.

"You... resemble Sheena," he said to Joanna, his tone softening, as if recalling unspoken mories. His heart stirred, creating a thread that linked the past and the present. "And you... resemble Iris," he said to Rui, which felt like a mantra that disturbed his heart.

Then he continued, almost murmuring:

"But I never had children."

"Sheena disappeared. Iris... never said anything before she vanished."

Joanna felt a darkness, heavy and binding, enveloping her soul. Fitran's words echoed in her mind, like a prophecy etched into her own fate. Who is she really if not a shadow of anyone? Furthermore, what if the erased mories were a part of her that was lost, trapped in the space between mory and consciousness?

Fitran stepped forward to the altar, right in front of the statues that now scread and trembled, sensing that the sins they harbored were being judged.

Without uttering a spell.

Without a chant.

Rui, who stood next to Joanna, felt her heartbeat thudding irregularly. A sense of anxiety gripped her, as if the statues were staring directly into her soul, unveiling buried fears. She struggled to find a glimr of hope, even as the shadow of the past darkened the path ahead.

Fitran raised his sword.

And with a single swing—

"Severum Caelus: Final Null Testant."

(The Sky Breaker: The Final Null Testant)

All the statues shattered in a single line.

All the statues shattered in a single line, transforming into a collection of fragnts that floated in silence. They didn't explode. They didn't lt. Instead, they were wiped away—like the ink of a mistake in a holy book that was torn and burned, marking the end of an era and the beginning of a new darkness.

A mont later, Joanna's heavy sigh was heard, a sound trapped between relief and fear. She gazed at the fallen pieces of the statues, reminiscent of fleeting mories that could never be reclaid. She envisioned the faces of Sheena and Iris in the dim light, as if their shadows were now ensnared in eternal silence.

Rui bit her lip, struggling against the tears that threatened to spill. In her heart, she prayed for a better situation; for soothing words, for an explanation. But all she found was silence, which felt more painful than the screams of death.

Joanna knelt, her breath caught. Within her heart, a tumult of emotions collided—deep longing mingled with painful loss. She tried to rember monts that should have been filled with joy, yet all of them were hidden in the shadows of vague mories, demanding recognition but remaining out of reach.

Rui trembled. She wanted to speak—utter the word "father"—but her tongue refused, for she knew... the bitter truth ran deeper than words could express. In the stifling silence, her fear clung to her heart like a dark fog that could not be dispelled.

This person... does not recognize them, as though they had been erased from their mory, left in the darkness without a glimr of hope.

Fitran turned his body, intending to leave without looking back. Yet, his steps felt heavy, as if pulled by an unseen force that desired him to stay and confront the painfully bitter truth.

But before taking his final step, he spoke softly:

"This world is not ready to rember you."

"If you wish to exist... do not force to rember."

Then he vanished, swallowed by the fog of ti. In the encroaching silence, Joanna felt a tremor within her soul—there was sothing in those words, as if the universe had tasked them with holding a great secret.

Joanna closed her eyes, tears streaming down. Each drop was an expression of unvoiced sorrow, a symbol of an irreplaceable loss. She longed for the presence that had always been there, yet now had disappeared like morning dew swept away by sunlight, leaving behind a mory that was hard to forget.

"She exists... but does not know who we are."

Rui clenched her fingers tightly. In the face of the injustice she felt, her spirit ignited, as if confronting an endless challenge. Perhaps, if they united, they could fight for a civilization wiped from mory.

"Then... we will make the world rember us. Without needing acknowledgnt... just by refusing to give up."

And in the ruins of the once-mighty stone altar, ti seed to pause, allowing hope to shine through the darkness. Joanna and Rui exchanged glances, as if promising not to let their nas fade into emptiness.

Only two nas lingered in the air.

Joanna.

Rui.