Chapter 465 Gödelian Codex The Mark That Burns Reality
No one knows when she appeared.
It was just that, amidst the ruins of time, among the burned books of magic and the cracked notes of pactum, something unexpected seemed to suddenly stand.
"There is something that suddenly stands here," Beelzebub whispered, her voice full of mystery and doubt.
A shadow passed through the dim light, revealing traces of lost history, like a soft voice echoing in the void, returning to the past and touching forgotten memories.
Not a book.
Not a scroll.
But a form of a wound, like a burn mark in the air.
"Inside it," Fitran commented, "there are no pages."
Only the vibrations of meaning that have yet to be spoken.
"There is something calling," she said softly.
"But not with a voice. Not with glyphs."