Chapter 508 Third Pillar – Unwieldy Love
Fitran's footsteps echoed softly as he entered the next battlefield—a room of illusion that slowly formed itself around his body. The space was not made of metal like other parts of Narthrador. Instead, it consisted of erasure: faint lines floating, contours of a world without texture, resembling an unfinished sketch. Within it, time seemed to stop—curving and spinning, trapped in eternity.
In the center of the room, the Third Saint awaited with a presence that sent shivers down his spine.
Her face rapidly shifted between 0 and 1, creating a stunning visual effect that displayed an indecisiveness that could never be resolved. In her hand, she held a thin bell, and each time she shook it, Fitran's history trembled. In the ringing sound of the bell, it seemed as if Rinoa's voice was reborn, singing promises erased by time. The melody was like morning dew glistening; beautiful yet unattainable, reminding him of memories long lost.
"Third Pillar."
"Dogma: Unwitnessed love does not exist."
"If no one sees you love, love anyone... does your love truly happen?" Each word flowed like unspilled tears, constricting Fitran's chest with deep sorrow. He felt as if the love that once enveloped his life was now just a faint shadow, swallowed by the darkness of a timeless space that confined him, as if shrouded in a fog that shackled his heart and mind.
Fitran did not answer.
He only gazed at the space around him that began to transform, like a painting fading over time.
One by one, memories crumbled:
Rinoa never existed at the Avalon Academy, as if her figure had been erased from a history that could not be remembered.
Her letters were never written, as if the beautiful words that should have flowed from her pencil evaporated into the air without a trace.