Chapter 520 Meaningless Beats
Narthrador has fallen. Not with a shattering explosion, nor with a terrifying destruction. Instead, everything ended in a total silence.
The architecture of the city, which once spoke through the logic of beauty, now only leaves behind piles of mute stones. The towers that once played a mechanical symphony now stand as nothing more than broken silhouettes in the gray fog that envelops them. The artificial sky, which once shone with meaning, now dims and loses its significance.
Amidst the dark ruins, the soft rustle of rusted metal resonates, filling the empty space with a sound barely audible. Meanwhile, the shadow of a futuristic monolith looms arrogantly, like sharp teeth in the jaw of a great monster. Fragmented light reflects off the dusty cracked surfaces, creating an illusion of passage to a lost dimension, where life seems to pulse, holding untold history, and awakening curiosity about the stories that once existed.
Fitran walks slowly through the ruins that once formed the body of Beelzebub. His footsteps make no sound, as if the whole world is reluctant to acknowledge that he is still alive.
With each step, a sense of loneliness creeps into his soul, as if binding him in invisible shackles, embracing him in heavy silence. Memories of laughter and dreams that once were now only faint shadows, erased by the shadows of sorrow that envelop him.
Yet in the midst of that emptiness...
He hears a heartbeat. Not a heartbeat of flesh. Not mechanical. Not systematic.
Something simpler, more primal, and more unreasonable, as if filling the empty space with a sound that challenges the silence.
A heartbeat... that has no meaning.
In the midst of the dark city ruins, Fitran stands in the collapsed central courtyard, now a deep stone well. At the bottom of that well lies a hidden fragment of black crystal.
The crystal does not sparkle, but in its severance, it beats.