Chapter 499 Light Pulses in Steel Bones
After the explosion of the screens that rejected emotions, Fitran and Beelzebub walked towards the next heart of Narthrador: the Core Corridor, a narrow passage lined with steel bones and veins of cables that crawled like blood vessels from the moaning entity. Along the walls, there were no more symbols of surveillance or commands. Only one thing felt alive—the light flowing from within the metal itself.
The light was not magic.
Not electricity.
But a pulse that had a rhythm—as if Deus Ex Machina was beginning to 'breathe' again.
Fitran stopped at a three-way intersection.
One path was filled with cold smoke and cracks in time—reflections of events that never happened.
Every step they took sent a booming echo against the metal walls, as if the towering ceiling responded with vibrations of nostalgia from a forgotten era. The veins of cables stretched like fragile hands trying to reach for life, yet trapped in a labyrinth of uncertainty. Here, amidst the kinesthetics of technology and illusion, larvae of wonder were born from the mechanical movements in this dead room.
The smell of burning metal and ultraviolet dust filled the air, creating its own fauna drawn from a severed sky. And behind all this chaos, dark whispers circulated, tempting them with promises of transformation; that every part of Narthrador was a pulse of life that continued to spin, waiting to return to the embrace of the creator. Perhaps the robotic children singing inside would teach them how to navigate the distances, within the soul stored in this structure.
The second path was full of mechanical singing, almost like robotic children repeating lessons of love in the language of statistics.
The third path... was empty.
Yet along its walls, veins of golden-white light pulsed like a heartbeat.