Chapter 545 Beelzebub Without Wings, Uncertain Love
Three weeks after Fitran sacrificed himself to enter the core of Deus,
Yet, the world did not completely close its pages; for even in absolute emptiness, one voice defies silence.
That voice, soft and striking, was not heard by the system. It was not recorded by the cold, soulless terminal. It was not read by the core of Deus that governs everything. Yet... that voice still approached Fitran.
Footsteps.
Soft, unhurried, as if unafraid to tread upon a world that had lost its reason and meaning.
Fitran lifted his head, sensing a presence from an unknown source.
His eyes, which were nearly devoid of shine, now reflected a faint shadow coming from the crack of purple light, glowing softly as if offering new hope. And from there... she appeared.
Beelzebub: The Wingless Human, Love Without Certainty
She was no longer a demon, nor did she carry a sword that emanated threat. Instead, she wore a white robe woven from threads of sorrow she had sewn over thousands of years, her hands open and empty, ready to offer love.