Chapter 509 Fourth Pillar – Transformed Love
The fourth step feels the most human.
There are no explosions of magic. No shifts in reality. No systemic fields.
What exists is just a wooden table.
Simple. Like an old dining table in a small house forgotten by history. The atmosphere around the table is filled with silence, as if time has stopped, leaving only scattered memories. In the corner of the room, the dim light from an oil lamp dances softly, creating mysterious shadows that hint at the laughter of ten years ago.
On it: two cups. One still warm. The other starting to cool. The vibrant aroma of coffee lingers, evoking nostalgia for the warm conversations that once took place, as two souls shared laughter over this table.
Fitran suddenly sits across from the table. His feet tremble as they touch the cold wooden floor, and he feels a weight pressing down on his shoulders, as if the world expects something from him. He cannot hold back his gaze, as if piercing through time, sensing an invisible presence.
He doesn't know why. But his body moves on its own, as if he has sat there thousands of times before. Each breath reminds him of a heartbeat still vibrating, each chime passing through his ears like the rhythm of old, heart-wrenching songs.
And in the chair opposite, sits himself.
Not as a fighter.
Not as a Voidwright wizard.
But as an ordinary man, wearing tattered clothes, with wounded hands, tired eyes, and... no longer in love. His face, weathered by time, whispers to Fitran about the choices made and the paths left behind. A tremor of sadness envelops the room, as if hearing the rustle of the wind carrying a message, a reminder that love has gone, leaving only unforgettable remnants of memories.