Chapter 433 The Return of the Sword that Defies Fate — Fitran and the Destruction of the Statues
The statues opened their mouths in unison.
Not to speak.
Not to sing.
But to scream—a sound that was not a sound, but an echo of desires that had been denied, then frozen, and now found a crack to come back to life. The ground of Valdenmeer cracked, creating vibrations felt down to the pores. The air thinned, marking the presence of darkness that enveloped them. The sunlight turned a blood-red hue, even though there was no source, as if nature itself could feel the pain that occurred.
Joanna and Rui knelt, their bodies trembling not from magic... but because their souls were recognized by something too ancient to be named. An oppressive feeling surrounded them, as if every second vibrated with dark memories, with anxiety that squeezed their breaths. Joanna looked at Rui, her eyes shining not merely with fear, but also with a repressed spirit, willing to fight against all threats. "We have to fight, Rui," she whispered, her voice soft yet determined, proclaiming hope amidst despair.
"Jo... they're not just statues..."
"They are wills forced to stop... and have forgotten how to do so." A sudden cold wind blew, as if reminding them of something lost. The space between them and the statues felt denser, like an invisible web separating their world from the encroaching darkness. Rui swallowed hard, her fingers clutching the ground, as if seeking support from the most basic element.
One statue jumped—faster than could be comprehended. Its sudden movement startled Joanna, causing her to gasp and scream, her terrified voice cut off by the statue's own cry. For a moment, Rui's face reflected a shadow of tension, but in her eyes, there flickered a sincere desire to protect Joanna, regardless of the danger that lay ahead. "Don't look back! We have to move forward!" she insisted, even though uncertainty filled her, signaling that hope still existed in this darkness.
A stone hand struck the ground, creating an unknown glyph that cracked and spread in all directions.
"Resurgens Nomen: Vox Silentae."
(Name Resurrects: Voice of the Silence)