Chapter 460 What You Can’t Save, You Will Love More Deeply
Fitran sat alone at the edge of the field, a remnant of an ancient pact site that had long vanished, surrounded by profound silence.
In her hand, a new glyph formed from the fragments of the Voidling she had embraced the night before. The glyph resembled a layered circle that spun slowly, each layer interlocking with one another in a symmetrical pattern. Rather than just a shape, the glyph radiated uncertainty and deep longing; under the soft moonlight, Fitran's long shadow seemed to represent the unquenchable yearning within her soul.
With a gentle pulse, the glyph moved smoothly and steadily, creating the illusion of gathering her entire emotional journey into one unbroken circle. It did not ask to be understood or read— it simply existed, like a wound that did not wish to be closed, only wanting to be acknowledged.
In her heart, it felt like hearing Rinoa's voice calling— a voice that always whispered hope and pain simultaneously, creating a deep symphony that lingered in her memory; as if it were an expression of love and loss that was eternally profound.
Glimpse: Rinoa
There was no shadow, only feeling— an emptiness that was profoundly deep.
And that was the most painful part. Because Rinoa... never truly had the chance to return. Amidst the swirling crowd around her, Fitran felt trapped in her own story, where every smile reminded her of all that was lost. Each sigh of her breath was filled with suppressed hope, trapped in a rhythm she could not stop.
"I can't even save you, not even in dreams," she said, her hoarse voice affirming how shattered the hope that remained in her heart was, as if each word was a fragment of a searching soul. "And it is precisely because of that... I love you deeper than anyone else."
"Because unfinished love... never truly dies." In the recesses of her heart, every sentence spoken felt like a sword slicing, wounding with a suffocating presence. The hope for that day faded, scattered in darkness; they were burdens that continued to haunt her, like shadows that never left.