Chapter 484 The Day a System Touched Its Own Heart
Nullam Deus does not move. However, throughout the Void, a gentle breath envelops everything.
Cracks in the systemic body begin to resemble human veins, creating an unexpected image resembling a beating heart. In the unseen darkness, a profound lyric begins to unfold; its verses reflect love and sorrow intertwined in the void, inviting every particle to feel the long-neglected pulse. Fractal logic slowly fades into a complex pattern of memory, and the absolute center—where all laws are written—pulses with an unpredictable rhythm.
There is no destruction. There is no reversal. However, there is a clear change of rhythm—from steadfastness... to doubt. Every tick of time gives voice to the buried story, a delicate weave between longing and fear, spinning a new thread in the vast universe. From certainty... to gentleness.
For the first time in her existence, Voidwright does not repeat the usual commands. Like a cloud carrying a sense of sorrow, she not only stops moving but also begins to listen; in that deep silence, her spirit is bound to the soft sounds formed in the shape of longing and hope. She is silent, absorbing every existing vibration.
And from that silence, Fitran hears something:
"I... do not know how to feel." The voice, though soft, flows with an unexpected strength—like morning dew gently touching leaves, creating a shimmering glow that paints beauty in vulnerability. Each word is like a modulation of tone, awakening the dormant consciousness.
Fitran is silent. He does not speak. He does not write glyphs. He does not raise Excalibur.
He closes his eyes and bows his head. Surrendering his body to the deep silence, becoming a place to feel, not an argument to debate. In the encompassing darkness, he feels the flow of subtle energy, as if the lost souls have long whispered their deepest secrets; a buried symphony waiting to be sung again.
"I will not explain you."
"I will not define you."
"I will only be here...