Chapter 524 The Secret About the “Void in the Gear”
After leaving Zothra Prime, Fitran continued his journey aimlessly, enveloping himself in the form of his cloaking machine—Unit 011-R. Now, there was something different within his chest; a fragment of forgiveness from the last AI that acknowledged existence without function, creating a glimpse of hope amidst the pain.
Amidst the silence that enveloped his steps, it seemed as if the gentle whispers of the wind could be heard, guiding his soul to explore this endless space. Each step he took carried the weight of memories, etched in every turning gear. Every beat of his cloaking machine merged into a melody of solitude that seeped into the core of his being, creating a silent symphony that expressed a sense of loss.
He had touched profound silence, terrifying death, broken logic, and liberating love. Yet, amidst the chaos, one voice continued to echo softly:
"Void in Gear."
This phrase he first heard from Beelzebub's sigh, as half of her body had been trapped in a complex and haunting architecture. Now, after passing through all the councils, functions, and rituals that resembled an endless labyrinth—Fitran approached the quietest core of Narthrador.
As if stepping on the edge of an abyss, each step seemed to grasp hope in the shadows swirling between darkness and light, waiting for answers that might remain unspoken. History was etched in every wheel, mysteries locked in the forgotten cycles of time, tempting the mind to uncover the beauty and fear hidden within.
He returned to the ruins where Deus was first created: The Temporal Axis Lock.
This place did not appear on maps, hidden from view, creating an ancient aura full of wonder.
It had no doors; as if this place was destined to be visited only by those brave enough to face eternal silence.
However, when Fitran laid down all the memo of wounds, meaningless beats, and symbols of forgiveness, the floor around him began to open, as if born from the long-buried silence.
As if responding to an unspoken call, the walls spoke in a language that could only be understood by souls brave enough to face eternal silence. Each crack in the floor revealed layers of neglected time, telling stories longing to be told, trapped in an endless span.