Chapter 472 Love Is Unproven, But Real
Her footsteps carry sound, but not an echo.
Because the world no longer reflects anything.
It only absorbs.
The sound of her steps is like the soft sigh of the wind, traversing the quiet recesses, erasing the fading traces of the past.
Fitran stands on the high ground where the Gödelian Codex was once formed, a location rich in history and meaning. Around her, the earth vibrates softly, not due to an earthquake, but because old meanings begin to resist being read.
As if the earth whispers to Fitran, telling forgotten stories that linger in silence, waiting to be revived.
And she stands there... not as a sorceress, not as a Voidwright, not as a creator of a new world.
Behind her empty gaze, a faint light of hope shines, as if a part of her still wants to believe that miracles may come again.
But as someone who still loves.
That feeling of love is like a dormant mantra, flowing gently in her bloodstream, reminding her that even though everything seems lost, hope remains eternal.
No one demands proof anymore. No one asks for glyphs, rituals, or pacts.