Chapter 217 Two Body One Face
As the ethereal light from the sky enveloped her, Rinoa felt her body being lifted—though not by the pull of Earth's gravity, but by something far older than time itself. The voices of Caelum, Gahrum, and Aquestra faded into echoes, along with the rustling wind that seemed to retreat, accompanied by the distant, rhythmic sound of Fitran's breath.
Until everything—was silent.
Not a peaceful silence.
But a horrifying silence.
A silence that consumed meaning itself.
When Rinoa finally opened her eyes, confusion washed over her like a tidal wave. She realized she was no longer at the river's edge, nor in the tranquil embrace of the Forest of Redemption, where time seemed to linger in a delicate balance between day and night.
She found herself in the Void.
A dark, impenetrable expanse with neither top nor bottom surrounded her. Yet, it was far from empty. All around, thousands—no, millions—of entities gathered, their faceless eyes floating like lanterns in an abyss. They stared blankly into the emptiness, while mouths murmured prayers, reciting incantations in a haunting language that gnawed at the very fabric of her soul. Strange and grotesque forms swirled like nightmares birthed from the mind of a shattered reality.
And amidst it all...
Stood her own self.
A different Rinoa, separated from the chaos, her hair flowing like wild grass in a tempest, her body marred by wounds yet glowing with an endless stream of crimson magic. But her eyes pierced through the darkness like flashes of lightning slicing through an ominous sky before the storm.