Chapter 249 Second Space — Memory
The stone door leading to the second room opened silently. There was no magical pressure. No bursts of energy.
Only an unsettling calm... one that threatened to engulf them.
Yet as they stepped inside, the world transformed.
The stone walls vanished. The floor disappeared.
They stood in the midst of a calm expanse of water that reflected the dark purple sky—as if this world had no top or bottom. Low-hanging gray clouds drifted above, and from a distance, a sound emerged... a child's cry.
Then a scream.
Then a whisper.
Fitran gripped Rinoa's hand. But when he turned—
Rinoa was gone.
In this isolation, Fitran felt his heart racing. The tranquility enveloping the area resonated with the essence of spring, yet beneath it lay an unsettling anxiety. The cold water flowing beneath his feet seemed to pierce through time, a reminder of how far they had strayed from reality. Gazing into the surface of the water, he not only saw his reflection but also a vision of Rinoa, disappearing as if swallowed by darkness. "Rinoa! Where are you?" he shouted, his voice echoing against the empty walls, merging with the terrifying calm.
After feeling the weight of isolation, Fitran began to sense another presence around him. A gentle breeze brushed against his face, and gradually, faceless shadows began to take shape, appearing to observe him with curiosity and sorrow. Suddenly, one of them stepped forward, its voice soft yet firm, "Have you come for the truth, or are you merely searching for someone lost?" The question hung in the air, creating tension among the empty buildings of illusions.