Chapter 516 Beelzebub Eats Architecture
Their footsteps echoed in the corridors of Narthrador, which now displayed a shocking metamorphosis. Dark shadows stretched between the walls, as if watching every move they made, creating a tension that could be cut with a knife.
Not by will. Not by magic. But by fear.
When the name Rinoa Alfrenzo reappeared in the system, the air in the city of Narthrador felt heavier; something began to crack in the structure of its reality. Like a fortress haunted by memories wanting to rise again, Narthrador activated its final protocol. Waves of fear spread, penetrating their minds, making every heartbeat sound like thunder shaking the calm, marking the awakening of something they could not forget.
"Architectus Inversum."
This protocol did not summon guardians, did not call for weapons. In the chilling silence, hope felt like a lost shadow, colored by a deep sense of loss. Unfulfilled hope hung in the air, like morning dew reluctant to evaporate under the sunlight.
It rolled up the entire structure of the city, turning walls into floors, flipping stairs into an endless web, and transforming corridors into bottomless chasms. References to sacrifice struck the flow of air, as if the city itself longed for the souls that once filled it, creating an unbearable sadness amidst this tremendous change.
Beelzebub looked up—now the bottom. She could feel the desire gnawing at her soul, the urge to protect, but also a deep sorrow for the inevitable. Thousands of gears and architectural columns began to fold, distorting reality from three-dimensional space into spatial and abnormal four-dimensional forms, shattering all previous understandings. The laws of gravity seemed to be thrown away, and time began to shift between the walls, like waves flowing uncontrollably. Every movement created a resonance that tore through the silence, filling the air with a rumble as if the buildings were screaming, recalling the struggles that carved their existence, unveiling layers of memories that could melt the heart of anyone witnessing it. "Fitran," Beelzebub said with a voice echoing in the chilling silence, "this place... is consuming itself."
Fitran raised the Origin Code with trembling hands, trying to stabilize the coordinates of space that seemed to be escaping him. However, the system denied access, as if locking away all hope and freedom. Doubt flooded his heart, creating shadows of helplessness that enveloped his mind like a thick dark fog. His soul trembled as he felt the weight of fate hanging over them, like lightning in a cloudy sky.
"Denied: Reason – Core Identity Detected."
"Because I brought Rinoa's name back," he murmured, his voice nearly drowned in the chilling silence.
Beelzebub stood firm between Fitran and the folding bridge that was now beginning to disappear one by one into empty dimensions, as if the space itself was erasing their existence. Yet in the creeping darkness, there was a glimmer of light depicting hope; memories of love that never faded even as space and time eroded everything around them.