Chapter 493 Forgotten Signs of Deus
The symphony of iron settles in the air like a fine mist. It is not a note that can be sung by humans—but the resonance of something older, deeper, and colder than time itself. These sounds are not merely heard but felt directly by the nerves, like an old wound awakened once more.
Around them, the walls of the corridor shimmer in dim light, revealing a texture reminiscent of dragon skin, as if it were breathing. Dark cables snake along the walls, twisting like veins, conducting a flow of energy that vibrates in a rhythm of magical tempo. Thin steam flows from small cracks, adding to the impression of an air filled with mystery, as if the place were alive in its own way.
Fitran and Beelzebub stand before a long corridor that has just opened after the Harmony of the Resonance Crystal was plucked. Above the arch of the corridor, there are carvings they have never seen before—not writing, but living fractals: divine geometric shapes that change depending on who is looking at them.
In the middle of the corridor, a spiral of light pulses, as if trying to draw their attention, forming an unexpected pattern. Every second, the sparkle creates strange shadows on the walls, depicting ancient tales of power and sacrifice trapped in time. With each step, the echo of their footsteps resonates in the space, producing a vibrating sound that feels like a whisper from another world.
Fitran gazes at it in silence, and the symbol he sees resembles a flower burning from within.
Beelzebub looks at him with a sly smile. "What do you see?"
"A symbol of will left behind... but does not wish to be recognized," Fitran replies.
Beelzebub smirks. "I see a mouse biting its own tail. Funny how Narthrador reflects the contents of each visitor's mind."
They step into the corridor.
The first step into the corridor does not lead them to an ordinary space. But into a spatial distortion referred to in the Avalon documents as Internal Reflection of Architecture—when the building begins to read the contents of their hearts and alters its form according to the deepest fragments of consciousness.
Along the walls of the corridor, fractal patterns shimmer softly in gentle light, creating the illusion that the walls are alive and breathing. Each step feels as if it vibrates the heart of the building, a mysterious resonance that seeps into their bodies. A shimmering holographic screen appears momentarily, displaying silhouettes of mythical creatures that seem to watch their journey, with eyes sparkling with wisdom and deep mystery.