Chapter 552 Door to the Lightless City
The sun now hangs directly at the peak of the sky, yet its golden light cannot fully penetrate the thick fog enveloping the ruins of the Philistines. The city appears to be frozen in time, tightly wrapped in the remnants of a long-forgotten history.
Fitran and Beelzebub walked slowly through the cracked and moss-covered stone streets. The atmosphere around them felt eerily silent—as if the city itself was holding its breath. Fitran observed the debris scattered on the streets, traces of a life that once filled this place.
"Do you remember when we used to joke about places like this?" Beelzebub suddenly said, her voice softly unraveling in the silence. "We swore we would explore all the ruins in the world."
"We can still make new memories, even in the shadows of history," Fitran replied with a faint smile, though a heaviness lingered in his heart. "Every step we take here is part of our story."
"This city doesn't want us here," Beelzebub murmured, her eyes tracing the shadows behind the ruins. She could sense a rejection emanating in the air.
"It's not the city that doesn't want us here," Fitran answered calmly. "But something that once resided within it."
They paused for a moment, gazing at the massive wall ruins that separated the outer part of the city from its center. The structure stood strong yet severely damaged, as if a great force had struck it, causing most of its structure to collapse.
"Even though this place is full of darkness, I still miss our adventures," Beelzebub stated, her tone carrying a longing for the spirited times they once had. "I just hope we can find something valuable here."
"And we will, Beelzebub. Every fragment we see here has a story worth telling," Fitran replied, winking at his friend as a boost of hope for them. "We are not alone; we will always support each other."
"Fractured Wall of Echoes," Beelzebub whispered, recalling a name she had heard in the whispers of history. "It is said that this wall can return the echoes of the past."
Fitran stepped closer to the wall, his fingers touching the rough, cold surface. He felt a subtle vibration coursing through his fingertips—not from magical power, but from memories still alive behind the stone's surface.