Chapter 458 Voidling in Yourself
Something is moving, as if signaling a coming change.
Not from outside. Not from the enemy's magic. But from within himself.
Fitran awakens in a transitional space she does not remember entering. The walls are not made of stone, not the result of magic, but have a warm texture—like a whisper from a loss she has never named. Amidst uncertainty and silence, waves of nostalgia flow with every heartbeat. Memories of the past, where happiness and sorrow intertwine, evoke a profound question: what is missing from her life?
Inside her chest, something stirs gently.
She places her hand over her heart. Its beat is steady and regular. Her breath is normal; there is no pain accompanying it. Yet in the silence, loneliness grips her body tightly, as if reminding her of how much she has sacrificed. The hope that once sparkled now seems dim, too far to reach, as if left behind in the past.
But from the tip of her fingers, a small shadow emerges. Tiny. The size of a fingernail. Then it floats into the air, spins once, and returns to cling to Fitran's skin. In that moment, her mind drifts far away, to times when everything felt whole and complete. A soft voice whispers in her heart, "Are you ready to meet the part of yourself that is lost?"
It is not painful. But clearly... it is not a part of her.
When Fitran exits the isolation room of the Hall of Codified Spells, Beelzebub immediately knows.
"Something has come out with you."
Fitran turns, and in her mind, the rise of fear and hope clash. What else will she encounter out there? Like a sailor afraid of the waves, yet unable to resist the urge to sail, she is caught in a battle between fear and courage.
"Do you see it too?"