Memory of Heaven:Romance Written By Fate Through Beyond Infinity Time Chapter 515 Memory Wall Lost Names

After defeating the Guardian Lichenoid, Fitran and Beelzebub stood before the cold obsidian door that seed like a part of the night itself. The door bore no inscriptions, but every ti they approached, it felt as if thousands of unknown eyes were peering from behind the tal layer, watching with curiosity and hidden secrets.

Tension enveloped the atmosphere, oppressive like dark clouds covering the day. The profound silence sucked away their courage, making each breath sound like the rumble of a storm in the distance, a resonance from nature calling for a challenge.

Fitran tightly gripped the shard of gear given by Lichenoid, his palm heavy with the weight of hope and fear. When he touched the door with the gear, instead of opening, the door faded away until it disappeared.

Behind it: A dark room without a sky. An endless cubic hall, its walls and floor pulsing gently, as if breathing with a life of its own. The entire surface—from the ceiling to the ground—was covered with nas.

A soft whisper filled the room, creating a silent lody as if the nas were whispering, calling Fitran and Beelzebub with stories buried for thousands of years, a call that could not be ignored.

Not engravings carved in stone. Not runes painted with magical ink. But reflections of nas in the dim light, as if erging from deep within the mory of soone who no longer realized they had once rembered.

Beelzebub murmured, "This... is the wall of those who once existed... but chose to never be rembered again."

Fitran stepped slowly, carving his footsteps in the oppressive silence.

He felt each na whisper softly against his skin, as if possessed by the touch of a mother, the cries of an unforgettable child, the gentle whispers of a lover, and the screams of enemies echoing. All felt familiar yet unknown, like a lody once sung but now only a faint echo.

In the center of the room stood a monolith, towering with mysterious arrogance.

On the surface of the monolith, the inscription read:

"AR/CH: mory Null"

"Here lies all the nas that must not be brought into the world, locked away."

Without warning, the monolith seed to sense Fitran's presence, vibrating gently with a power that radiated a dark aura full of sorrow. Lost spirits, forced to be trapped in a forbidden dinsion, gathering strength to seek revenge.

"Because the system believes that only nas rembered... deserve to survive."

With curiosity, Fitran touched the surface of the monolith, feeling the cold vibration seep into him.

Fitran touched the surface of the monolith. The feeling was suffocating, like a heavy burden hanging in his chest. Each finger that touched the monolithic surface seed to revive deep-seated mories, preserving the pain that had long been lost. And as he felt the vibration from the surface of the monolith, the nas he had once forgotten erged one by one, reflected by the dim light emanating from the darkness. They sparkled in reflection as if sorrow had a visible form, dancing before his eyes in a painful nostalgia.

His first friend in the academy, who bravely sacrificed himself in a dark ritual incident. The child he inadvertently ignored when closing the city gates during a terrifying siege. One of his students who fell into despair, committing suicide after failing to understand the mysterious Void magic. ...and Sheena, a figure erased from mory, yet still leaving a wound.

Fitran's face appeared straight and unyielding, but his heart was ensnared in a web of painful anguish. Those dark shadows were etched strongly in his mind, as if demanding redemption for mistakes that felt increasingly distant.

But—Rinoa was nowhere to be found.

In the corner of the room, Beelzebub observed Fitran's expression, which remained unmoving, though his face slowly began to show fine cracks from the weight of regret. "Every lost na is a silent curse," she thought, absorbing the dark vibrations that burdened the air.

"Rinoa is not here?" Beelzebub asked, her voice filled with curiosity, as if wanting to uncover the horror that haunted Fitran's soul.

Fitran fell silent, not answering. Deep in his heart, doubt enveloped him; he felt as if Rinoa was a cal's hump trapped in a labyrinth of mories soaked in endless guilt.

He gripped the Origin Code with all his strength, plunging it into the base of the monolith as if releasing all the burdens that had gnawed at his soul. In that action lay hope, a belief to tear apart the tyranny of a system deed unjust.

And he said:

"If the system refuses to record the na I seek the most... then I will rewrite the truth of this space."

"Null-Non: Return of the Forgotten"

This magic was not rely calling nas—but the right to possess a na. It created a pulse of inverted logic demanding the system to record back all that had been erased, not just from its form but from existential acknowledgnt. In that mont, despair and determination rged into one, igniting Fitran's spirit to fight against the fate that bound him tightly.

The Void symbol spread across the floor like spilled ink, rging the space into a dark hue. Nas began to appear one by one in the air, not carved, not spoken—but felt. Light began to swirl around Fitran, forming a mantra that stirred: a spiral of human nas that refused to vanish.

In the suffocating tension, a gentle breeze whispered softly in Fitran's ear, as if the voices of ghosts trapped in dark shadows were calling. Each whisper awakened mories of those who had gone, highlighting the guilt that pierced through his being.

Yet, amidst all this, sothing else began to erge.

An entity... without a na.

This being was ford from the rejected nas, fighting against the hatred of being forgotten, from the awareness that its existence had never been strong enough to be rembered. Quietly, it manifested as a representation of all that had been marginalized.

Its na: "Anonymass."

Its form resembled a dark black mist trying to shape a face, yet always failing. Its body consisted of fragnts of nas that changed every second, creating an illusion that was never stable. Its voice was a blend of thousands of unanswered screams, echoing in the void, creating a terrifying and painful emptiness.

"You want to restore the nas?"

"Then you must... bear the weight of all the nas you allowed to vanish."

The creature attacked with a force that transcended the physical.

Not with magic or shimring spells,

but with the stinging guilt, as if every repressed emotion beca a sharp weapon. Each attack pierced Fitran's heart, reminding him of every face he had forgotten, every mory he had chosen to ignore.

Regret flowed within him like poison, slowly gnawing at the remaining hope, penetrating the walls of defense he had built all this ti.

Fitran began to scream, his voice echoing in the silence, as his entire body filled with fragnts of nas he had once rejected, nas he had erased from his mory. Beelzebub also fell, rembering that even she had once been trapped in the desire to forget.

However, even while sinking into darkness, Fitran did not give up. Even though the light of hope felt increasingly dim, he held tightly to the mories, feeling a hidden strength—a strength born from deep pain and regret.

With burning determination, he raised his hand,

and called out one na.

Not Rinoa, nor Sheena.

But a boy nad Kieran—his young student who had left, never having the chance to write a farewell letter. In his mory, the boy's smile was etched clearly, as if he beca the light calling from the thick darkness, a flicker of hope that was nearly extinguished. Fitran felt his heart constrict, that shadow of the past haunting him like a lost soul trapped between dinsions of ti.

"I rember you," said Fitran, holding back tears that wanted to flow freely.

"Your voice may not be perfect. But now, I can hear it." In every word spoken, it felt as if a vibration flowed, as if their souls were deeply connected, even though separated by the boundaries of ti and the painful sense of alienation.

New runes appeared, adorning the entire surface of his skin with shimring light:

"I rember you not because you are important." "But because you... are a part of that is lost."

Anonymass roared with a loud voice, shaken, and shattered into the nas hidden in the shadows. In that mont, the voices that had long been lost and forgotten echoed back within his soul, awakening a deep sense of helplessness, as if he were trapped in a dark labyrinth of mories.

And from within that mass of mories, slowly erged... one na that was deeply embedded and could never be erased:

RINOA ALFRENZO

Fitran fell to his knees, his heart shattered.

Beelzebub embraced him from behind gently, as if calming him from the storm of emotions that swept over him.

"She is not erased... she is just too strong to be recorded." Beelzebub's voice was warm, yet filled with an unbearable weight that made the air feel heavier, as if signaling how deep the pain and loss they faced truly was.