Chapter 505 The Binary Saints of Narthrador
After the Symphony That Could Not Be Understood subsided and the conductor's dust settled into the Narthrador system, the machine city was no longer the same. It did not collapse. It did not shatter. But it was also... unstable. Like a young man who has just cried for the first time: fragile, yet honest.
Tension filled the air, enveloping Fitran and Beelzebub, as if time slowed around them. Every heartbeat sounded loud, urging them to savor every breath, every thought that might become their last words in this critical moment. In the silence, they also felt something greater than themselves, waiting to be faced, completely unexpected.
Fitran gazed at the gloomy sky, watching shadows of the past emerge one by one. Under the dim light, memories of happy and painful moments struck his mind, playing a melody more painful than beautiful, emphasizing that there is no resurrection without sacrifice. This series of emotions, like a rainbow in the midst of a storm, gave strength even though his body still felt weak.
Fitran and Beelzebub now stood in the city center courtyard, on top of a giant gear platform that had stopped moving. Around them, abandoned instruments that once filled the sky with notes now hung in silence—as if shame had opened itself.
And from afar... the sound of footsteps could be heard.
Fear and hope clashed in their minds as the footsteps approached, each thud filling the space with unbearable tension. What would emerge from that shadow? A threat or merely a wanderer lost in isolation? Only time could answer, but the closer the sound got, the sharper the anxious feeling crept into their souls.
One by one. Not hurried, not slow. But with a certain rhythm.
Not like a machine.
Not like a human.
But like... judgment.
Beelzebub squinted. "We are not alone anymore."