Chapter 515 Memory Wall Lost Names
After defeating the Guardian Lichenoid, Fitran and Beelzebub stood before the cold obsidian door that seemed like a part of the night itself. The door bore no inscriptions, but every time they approached, it felt as if thousands of unknown eyes were peering from behind the metal layer, watching with curiosity and hidden secrets.
Tension enveloped the atmosphere, oppressive like dark clouds covering the day. The profound silence sucked away their courage, making each breath sound like the rumble of a storm in the distance, a resonance from nature calling for a challenge.
Fitran tightly gripped the shard of gear given by Lichenoid, his palm heavy with the weight of hope and fear. When he touched the door with the gear, instead of opening, the door faded away until it disappeared.
Behind it: A dark room without a sky. An endless cubic hall, its walls and floor pulsing gently, as if breathing with a life of its own. The entire surface—from the ceiling to the ground—was covered with names.
A soft whisper filled the room, creating a silent melody as if the names were whispering, calling Fitran and Beelzebub with stories buried for thousands of years, a call that could not be ignored.
Not engravings carved in stone. Not runes painted with magical ink. But reflections of names in the dim light, as if emerging from deep within the memory of someone who no longer realized they had once remembered.
Beelzebub murmured, "This... is the wall of those who once existed... but chose to never be remembered again."
Fitran stepped slowly, carving his footsteps in the oppressive silence.
He felt each name whisper softly against his skin, as if possessed by the touch of a mother, the cries of an unforgettable child, the gentle whispers of a lover, and the screams of enemies echoing. All felt familiar yet unknown, like a melody once sung but now only a faint echo.
In the center of the room stood a monolith, towering with mysterious arrogance.
On the surface of the monolith, the inscription read: