Chapter 437 When Names Are No Longer Called
Fitran's steps cut through the void filled with uncertainty and mystery.
Alongside her, Beelzebub floated like a shadow that required no ground to stand on. Her elegant blue gown remained untouched by mud, and the thin metal chains still shimmered in the darkness that even light hesitated to approach.
Before them lay a flat abyss—its surface smooth like obsidian glass, stretching as far as the eye could see. Meanwhile, the complex labyrinth whispered promises and threats in an undefined manner, writhing in silence as if responding to their deep uncertainty.
"We have entered the Gödel Labyrinth."
Beelzebub's voice echoed as if swallowed by the empty space, disappearing without a trace, creating an illusion of uncertainty that enveloped them further. Fitran did not respond. She sensed the difference.
Time no longer followed a rhythm.
Each heartbeat felt... lost.
Awareness spun in a chaotic tide, trapped between reality and shadow, creating an inevitable wave of confusion, like relentless waves crashing against the shore.
Inside the labyrinth, unspoken names trembled in the silence, as if reminding Fitran of the identity that seeped into the darkness. Was that name still hers, or merely a fragment of a lost self? She wondered, submerged in a sea of uncertainty.
As Fitran stepped forward, he heard a faint sound—like wind that had forgotten its direction. The atmosphere around him began to feel unstable, the walls of the labyrinth trembled as if they possessed consciousness, grappling with undefined shapes and shadows.
"...tan... Fate..."