Chapter 474 Out of the Labyrinth Without Getting Out of Oneself
She sat quietly on the hard ground, surrounded by voidlings that were no longer restless, and in front of her—the Codex Gödelian, which had been submerged in silence for the past few days.
Beelzebub lightly dozed near a stone, while the wind blew, carrying a strange fragrance: not the refreshing aroma of flowers, not the frightening scent of death—but the aroma of something that had no name. Among the gentle whispers of the wind, it seemed to echo the souls that were trapped, waiting to be freed, creating a deep sense of longing in her heart.
In the midst of that silence, Fitran asked herself:
"Have I... ever truly left the Labyrinth?"
She began to look around her.
There were no walls to confine her.
No puzzles to solve.
No secret guardians watching over her.
Soft rays filtered in through the dim gaps in the sky, as if spotlighting the hidden truth, bringing hope even though it did not change the existing reality. However, with every step she took...
it brought a reflection of herself. The shadows trembled like an imperfect mirror, revealing every fear and doubt that had been neatly stored in her heart.
As she tried to save Rinoa...