Chapter 449 Fitran vs Fitran
As soon as they stepped into the next room, the world around them seemed to compress, creating a suffocating sensation. There were no boundaries. No walls. Yet the pressure enveloping them felt heavy, like the sky slowly descending, hanging above their heads.
Beelzebub stopped, her lips pressed together in a silence that felt oppressive. She didn't say anything, but her right hand tightened, forming a contour of hidden strength. Her golden hair appeared more tranquil, although faint embers flickered at the tips, reflecting the simmering anger within.
"We're here," she said tersely, signaling that there was no turning back. "The room of final will. A place where the Labyrinth stops shaping the outside world... and starts to shape you."
In the dimly lit room, a figure emerged. Not merely a silhouette, not just a shadow. But a human.
The final realm of will was shrouded in a thick, mysterious aura, with a surface that appeared undulating, resembling an ocean seemingly made of shadows. The walls were invisible, as if all boundaries within this room had vanished, forming a new dimension that enveloped them in a chilling silence. Its texture was as smooth as velvet yet frightening, with a faint shimmer that created an illusion of movement all around, making every second feel intensely tense. A soft, rumbling sound of unknown origin added to the emptiness, as if revealing the turmoil of the inevitable confrontation.
His hair was identical, and his face showed no difference. The black cloaks they wore were of the same length, yet adorned with intricate glyphs that glowed faintly, as if harboring hidden power. Their gazes were alike; cold and sharp, not overflowing with anger but filled with a determination that sent shivers down the spine.
Fitran.
He was another version of himself.
"So... I will fight my shadow again?" Fitran asked quietly, his voice trembling amidst the oppressive silence.
"Not a shadow," Beelzebub replied gracefully as she took a step back. "You will confront the will that seeks to prove your love by mastering all existing systems."
"My former self?" Fitran concluded, still hesitant about the answer given.