Chapter 535 Fitran’s Body Dismantling by Gear Faith
After defeating He Who Reflects Logic and releasing the First Shadow of Beelzebub, the world seemed silent. However, deep within Narthrador, a wheel older than will began to turn.
In the silence that enveloped the world, the resonance of those ancient wheels echoed, carrying a message that could only be understood by those willing to listen. A soft voice, like the whisper of wind between the cracks of time, seeped into the souls of the brave. In the haunting darkness of Narthrador, there were lessons to be studied and secrets waiting to be uncovered.
An entity that did not like Fitran's victory. Not out of hatred. But because she did not believe that meaning could endure without a body.
In a distant corner, microscopic shadows examined every word spoken, waiting for the moment to express dissatisfaction with an existence that lacked foundation. She was a manifestation of the desire to uphold order: everything must have its place in an unbroken system. Here, Fitran's presence became problematic, stirring questions that had long been buried in emptiness.
Her name: Gear Faith.
One of the seven wheels of absolute belief—designed to dismantle anything that lacks functional basis.
Like a reminder of the brilliance and bitterness of civilization, Gear Faith stood as a committee at the intersection of existence and helplessness. She was a reminder that without a foundation, even the strongest would easily collapse. With each rotation, she created laws capable of piercing the veil of reality, revealing the illusions placed by careless hands.
Location: The Deepest Floor of Deus
There was no light, only the echoes of tens of thousands of small gears spinning aimlessly.
In the midst of darkness, the gears danced, creating a strange yet captivating symphony that stirred curiosity in those brave enough to approach. Each sound was a clue, each beat signifying that behind this uncertainty, there was a higher scheme—something waiting to be woven with courage and intelligence. The echoes that penetrated space and time were the fine threads connecting all existence.
The walls were made of failed memories: unexecuted codes, canceled magic scripts, and the heart of a machine beating alone.