Chapter 440 Between the Shadows of Sheena and Rinoa
The labyrinth is no longer flat; instead, it is filled with depths and unexpected mysteries. After passing through the door from the fourth layer, the world before Fitran transformed into a complex metaphorical field; its ground was not made of stone, but of distorted and neglected fragments of memories. The air was not air—it was the whispers of failed imaginings, like the voices in his unfulfilled dreams.
Amidst the shards of memories, a faint shadow reflected longing and loss. Each step Fitran took added weight to his shoulders, like the burden of a past that continued to press upon his soul. He missed the times when everything felt clear, when those memories danced in beauty without pain.
And the sky above them, if it could be called "sky," was a blank canvas that sometimes revealed paintings... only to erase them moments later.
With a single sway, dark clouds formed silhouettes that haunted Fitran; images of beautiful times now transformed into painful shadows. Unable to hold back, his mind spun, trapped between hope and the inevitable reality.
In the midst of this emptiness, Beelzebub's voice sounded different—heavier, hinting at a warning. Her green eyes now dimmed, and her golden hair flowed slowly, like a flame running out of fuel, signaling the beginning of a perilous journey.
"We are entering deeper layers," she said briefly. "Here, the Labyrinth does not test your logic. It tests the memories you can no longer separate from who you are."
Fitran walked forward. His steps were heavy—not from fatigue, but because the ground beneath him now trembled with the pulse of his heart.
In the midst of a field of shattered mirrors stood a woman.
In the suffocating silence, the figure before him stirred all the buried pain, bringing back memories that should have been forgotten. Yet Fitran knew, if this was a lost memory, he had to confront all the sadness and regret, even though it felt like climbing a steep mountain.
Her long hair flowed, golden like the light that once shone under the skies of Avalon. Her dress was white, with the Elyndra badge hanging at her waist, and her eyes... pale blue like the winter sky that Fitran had once created for her.
Sheena.