Chapter 24 Amosdeous World
In this place, there is no sky soaring high.
The ground beneath feels non-existent.
Only a pink mist hangs in the air, like a gentle whisper weaving through the ownerless shadows, creating an atmosphere that is mysterious and filled with longing, akin to a tapestry of emotions buried in the silence of the night.
In such an ambiance, even time seems reluctant to flow; each second feels like a gaze from someone yearning to be remembered, yet never recognized.
This place holds no name,
for love does not require a title, only the sensibility of presence.
Yet today, love will be tested not by humans—but by one who has long ceased to be human.
One who stands at the threshold of light and darkness, allowing neither to touch his heart.
Fitran.
Asmodeous has been waiting,
his form astonishing; a beauty that cannot be captured in any artistic record, seemingly amalgamating elements grander than mere visuals.