Chapter 479 Naming the Nameless, Loving the Unloved
Void has collapsed into a nameless space, creating a silent void where Nullam Deus stands as an idea without a body. She does not float in the darkness, nor does she walk as if there is a purpose, but is pressed against the existential boundaries that constrain her.
She becomes the place itself, an entity in the form of a closed system that knows no relations, only pure identity.
Above that empty and silent reality, Fitran raised his voice, calling something he had long hidden in the darkness:
Excalibur.
As he grasped its gleaming hilt, the Voidling recoiled, as if sensing the power that was awakening. Beelzebub shrieked with a resonating voice—not out of fear, but because she knew: this sword is only used when love cannot be written... and can only be cleaved.
"Eidolon Slash: Scriptum Vitae"
The slash of Excalibur inscribed a new meaning into reality. Each swing of the sword was not merely an attack on the body, but rather etched a profound acknowledgment into the layers of the world. At that moment, the effect of each cut transformed the structure of the Void into fragments of emotion, imbued with strong nuances, where each slash birthed a sentence of love, longing, or sincere regret. This process was not only destructive but also created a resonance of existence that challenged the boundaries of reality.
Around her, dark light vibrated, creating shadows that darted about, reflecting the emotional turmoil that had been spread by the sharpness of Excalibur. The body of the Void appeared to tremble, as if affected by the new expressions born from the sword's slashes. The first swing wrote:
"I love you even if I can never embrace you."