Chapter 317 Severance of Fates — Fitran vs Beelzebub
Gray skies.
A silent lightning bolt strikes above the ruins of stones, lying like the bones of ancient creatures—a mute rejection of time.
The old temple pillars lean defiantly, refusing to collapse.
The wind carries the scent of sulfur, blood... and something older than both: a deep despair, evoking memories of the battles that have shattered the hearts and hopes of humanity.
Amidst the destruction, two figures stand facing each other.
Fitran Fate, the legendary wielder of Excalibur, cloaked in white with silver-blue lining, symbolizes peace in stark contrast to the impending battle. Adorning his back is the emblem of the violet rose—a symbol he chose to represent the will of light—imbuing him with strength against the weight of every watchful gaze upon him, as if the universe itself balances hope and fear against the radiance in his grasp, pouring forth power and hope for the downtrodden. However, a wave of terror washes over him as he contemplates the countless souls ensnared in the shadow of his dark leader, Beelzebub.
Before him stood a tall, gaunt creature, its body cloaked in a living black mist. Beelzebub's eyes shimmered with selfishness and greed, a dew of darkness that obscured his intentions. The silence was broken only by his cold, sharp voice.
Beelzebub.
"The Ninth Stomach."
"The Devourer of Will."
Behind his ominous presence, however, there lurked something more; an unvoiced sorrow yet to be revealed, an ego ensnared in tangled darkness. As small insects fell from his shroud, they turned to ash before they could touch the ground, leaving the air thick with a sense of foreboding. Once again, Fitran felt a wave crash against his heart, a haunting reminder that hundreds of thousands of souls served as a grim testament to the cruelty that Beelzebub has inflicted upon the world.