Chapter 252 Dimensional Snare — The Tailor of Space
Just a few steps into the spiral of light leading toward Gamma, Fitran was suddenly thrust backward.
The Voidwright circle on his body ignited on its own—not by his will, nor by magic, but in instinctive response to something older than emptiness.
Amidst the roar of energy, bright and dark light intertwined, creating a palette of colors previously unimaginable. A soft sound, like the whisper of wind among the stars, passed through their ears, filling the space with an electric vibration. With each heartbeat, they felt the pulsation of time—as if the entirety of dimensions blended into a symphony.
Fitran fell to his knees.
The temperature of the space changed dramatically.
The spiral path around them trembled like strings plucked by invisible hands.
Everything around them became blurred and uncertain; it was as though they were battling upstream in a river flowing in the wrong direction, ensnared in an unexpected whirlpool. The damp scent of earth after rain filled the air, enveloping them like a protective shroud, yet also instilling fear. Each of Fitran's instincts screamed, warning of dangers weaving through space and time.
Rinoa tried to approach, but the ground between them began to curve and fold, like fabric being pinched from two directions of reality.
As the earth distorted, its colors began to blend and expand, forming patterns reminiscent of a whirlpool. Within those depths, she could see vague shadows—flashes of memories that were not hers, moments of life pulsating in a quivering light. That existence seemed to witness, interpret, and revive tragedies that had passed. A face, trampled by emptiness, was faintly painted within the frame of the curved light.
"Fitran!" Rinoa shouted. "What is happening?!"
Fitran bit his lip. His eyes widened.