Chapter 448 Undefined Cries
The next space had no shape, resembling an undefined emptiness.
It was neither flat, nor curved, and was not made of walls or air.
Fitran and Beelzebub stepped into it, as if penetrating the boundaries of their own bodies, leaving the familiar world behind.
They seemed to enter the heart of darkness, each step taking them deeper into an infinite mystery, where the boundary between worlds and the universe began to blur, creating a suffocating sense of uncertainty.
There—inside that room that was not a room—there was a resonating voice, gliding smoothly through the silence.
Soft. Fragile. This voice did not come from a mouth or a system, but from an unreachable depth.
It floated like invisible morning dew, touching the soul without touching the physical, coloring the silence with shades of deep longing, as if expressing a repressed yearning.
A Cry.
A cry that had no owner, echoing in the stinging silence.
A cry that was never asked for, never justified, and never heard.
Fitran fell silent, his steps halted upon hearing the sorrow that passed through the air.