Chapter 421 Michael’s Wings — Awakening of the Forgotten Light
Blood still flows on the soil of the Alpha world.
The sky remains silent, allowing the battle between two wills—love and curse—to unfold without witnesses. Rui, her body half-possessed by Qayin, attacks with a force that rends the very essence of human existence, altering the known reality. Meanwhile, Joanna feels a tension within her, a soft whisper from the trapped soul, reminding her of their laughter in the past, when hope still resided in her heart. Joanna, standing with her breath fading and the last flicker of her hope, tries to endure not to win... but to save one name that means everything to her. Each heartbeat resonates, creating a symphony of longing that fuels her courage.
And on the brink of death, something within her—that had long been asleep—awakens.
Joanna falls to her knees.
Qayin's final attack nearly pierces her heart. The light of her sword has gone out. In the darkness that envelops her, she remembers Rui's smile, piercing through the fog of fear that constricts her chest. Her knees tremble. Yet as she leans to the ground, she does not feel emptiness...
She feels light. A light that envelops her, warming her soul, as if Rui's presence flows through every fiber of her being, rekindling the spirit to face this curse, igniting a fire within her that had also dimmed.
Not the light of magic.
But the light of heavenly memories yet to be written. Behind those memories, it feels as if souls whisper in the silence, inviting Joanna to remember the love that once surrounded her. Every passing second makes that light tremble, full of hope. "You... cannot endure like this..." a voice within her echoes.
"Open your heart, Joanna... not as Sheena's child, not as the heir of Spiral... but as one who has borne wounds for a name that refuses to fade." In every word spoken, there is a power that breaks through the night wind, awakening the spirit that had been asleep.
A figure of light descends in her mind.
That figure is not a stranger. Joanna knows her. In the silence, her doubts tremble, opposing the steadfastness that comes from that light, as if calling her name, gently reaching for her heart.