Chapter 95 Between the Unspeakable Distances
It had been a long time since Fitran set foot in the Palace of Light, the very place where Iris once stood on the eastern balcony, her gaze fixed on a horizon that promised nothing but silence. Beneath a sky gradually darkening from the distant echo of the resurrected Voidwright, Fitran's name was whispered only in prayers that sought no reply. Since his fierce battle against the Leviathan, his heart had felt hollow, as if a fragment of his soul had been irretrievably lost.
The Palace of Light itself stood majestic amid the chilling darkness of night, its gleaming marble walls adorned with intricate, delicate ornaments that seemed to catch and hold the fading light. Towering pillars stretched toward the heavens, their surfaces carved with symbols of eternity that shimmered softly under the ghostly moonlight—silent reminders to every visitor of the beauty and hope that once flourished here. Yet, without the presence of the one he loved, the grandeur of the palace lost all meaning, stirring a bittersweet sorrow that seeped into the cold night breeze. This wind tore through the silence, shaking the leaves and orchestrating a mournful symphony that echoed along the marble corridors.
She did not come.
She did not leave.
His heart was like smoke, dissipating and vanishing into the stillness—like the final reverberation fading through the endless, silent corridors of time.
On the other side of the world, Fitran wandered amid the trembling fractures of reality, as if threading the delicate strands of unwritten laws that once bound him. The air around him hung heavy and dark, pierced by a thin, swirling mist that moved with an eerie grace—dancing restlessly in search of a fragile crack through which to slip away—like a world out of sync with the stifled rhythm of his heartbeat. The boundaries between dimensions flickered in shifting hues, casting ghostly shadows that wove a hazy tapestry of his past life—shadows that swallowed every corner of existence.
He gazed upon the distant world like a forgotten wanderer, once enamored with this earth but now able only to brush the faint outline of his own fading silhouette.
They were two souls, once intertwined beneath the shimmering ruins of stars, who now remembered each other only through heart-wrenching silence.
"Do you remember?" the wind whispered through Iris's hair, carrying the delicate scent of lavender—an aromatic thread that wove memories of beautiful nights long passed. Each sigh of the breeze bore a message from the past: moments when happiness and hope danced together beneath a sky peppered with radiant stars—when light still fought valiantly to pierce the encroaching shadows.