Chapter 461 Sigma Symbol Without Summation
There was no sound as Fitran wrote with his fingers in the air. Just a single curve, like a silent scratch left in the sky without clouds.
Σ
Its shape is simple, yet its meaning is now much deeper; it is no longer just a symbol of quantity, but a representation of a complex and unexpressed emotional journey. Yet there is one reminder—that everything she experienced, loved, let go of, and cried over... cannot be totaled.
She first realized this on the walls of the ancient city of Lesva. There, a child was drawing something in the dirt, faint lines that seemed to be trying to tell a story:
"What is that?" Fitran asked, his curiosity uncontainable. In the child's voice, he heard a resonant vibration of sadness, something akin to the heavy burden in his heart, as if the child also bore a deep loss.
"I don't know, Uncle," the child replied softly. "I just... want to write something so I remember Mom." Those words flowed simply, yet tore at his heart; he seemed to see the shadow of his Mother who had passed, a figure full of love now only a blurred memory swirling in his mind.
And the symbol she etched was Σ.
The next day, in the silent ruins of Elysvarre, he saw the glyph faintly carved behind a lonely throne. It was not written in ink, nor carved in stone, it just appeared... like an old wound that could not be polished. Seeing it caused a pain that spread in his chest, as if shards of glass were left from a shattered dream—every time he remembered them, it felt like burying himself in endless fragments of sorrow and an unending dance of grief.
Beelzebub began to count—symbolically, each number felt like an open wound reopening. "We have lost Sheena, Rinoa... even Iris." "We have lost names, systems, pactum, even logic." "Yet, we are not completely destroyed," Beelzebub said, emphasizing the importance of resilience in the face of unexpected loss. Her voice rose, reflecting a determination to endure amidst the emptiness.