Chapter 271 The Dark Road — Path of the Forsaken Violet
Proto-Speech at the Gateway
(Inscribed above the cracked stone gate)
"ꦲꦶꦤ ꦱꦥ꧀ꦠ ꦮꦭꦸꦮꦺꦴꦢꦺ ꦥꦺꦴꦤ꧀ꦱ ꦥꦺꦴꦤꦺꦴꦭꦶꦪꦼ."
"Only those who bear the forsaken violet may pass where the light refuses."
Thick fog-like wisps of smoke swirl around the gate, accompanied by a gentle breeze that whispers secrets, creating an enchanting atmosphere. The rustling of dry leaves underfoot seems to convey messages from the souls who have traversed this path before, echoing their experiences. In the silence of the night, the faint sound of a gamelan orchestra adds a touch of magic. A group of owls with sharp gazes observes from above, silhouetted against ancient trees draped in moss, as if safeguarding the secrets hidden within.
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"ꦏꦸꦠꦶꦪꦸꦩ꧀ ꦥꦿꦧꦸꦥ꧀ꦠ ꦏꦶꦠꦸ ꦲꦤ꧀ꦠ ꦄꦮꦸꦤ꧀."
"Courage walks not in front of the light, but alongside the darkness."
As the voice echoed through the night fog, Fitran recalled his long journey filled with twists and turns. Each step he took carried not just burdens but a potent mixture of void and hope, intertwining his destiny. He paused momentarily as his lantern's light explored the gaps between the gnarled roots of the trees, seemingly guiding his unpredictable path. "I must step forward, even though my way remains uncertain," he thought, feeling the vibrations emanating from the ancient stones, urging him onward like ancestral voices echoing through time.
"If fate compels us to fight against one another, I will change that with my own blood, so I can find happiness in a different destiny," Fitran declared in his heart as he gazed at Rinoa's face.
"What?," Rinoa said, her face slightly flushed as she felt Fitran's intense gaze searching for a way into her heart.