Chapter 319 Voluntas Beyond Fate — The Ninth Stomach
The sky turned ominous.
It was neither night.
Nor a storm.
But an emptiness that enveloped the entire world.
Green lightning flickered among the dark clouds, yet there was no sound.
As if the sound itself had been devoured by a force older than time.
Amidst the ruins, Beelzebub towered above.
His once humanoid figure had swollen into a cathedral-like giant, a haunting embodiment of terror. His deep voice resonated, as if transcending the boundaries of space and time, piercing Fitran's mind and infiltrating his soul with primal fear that echoed through the very fabric of reality.
His flesh cracked open, forming nine layers of jaws that spun like the wheel of ancient fate.
Each jaw was adorned with glyphs of ancient will that glowed a pale green—an echo of the Proto-Speech language long forgotten by the world. Every shimmer of light on those glyphs felt like whispers from the past—echoes of lost knowledge—intensifying the turmoil within Fitran, who remained ensnared in the suffocating reality of his despair, relentlessly exploring the boundaries of fear that had always confined him.
On his back, wings made of bone and flesh grew.