Chapter 557 Fitran answered silently
The gateway to the Null Womb Sanctuary stood before them, an ancient stone door sealed tight by nearly faded ancient glyph carvings swallowed by time. Fitran stepped closer, his eyes carefully observing the faint symbols that could still be recognized on the stone surface. In the silence, the air seemed to vibrate, filling the space with an inexplicable energy, inviting a sense of fear and uncertainty that coursed through his body.
Beelzebub stood a few steps behind him, gazing at the gate with mixed feelings—between fear and curiosity. As if sensing the mystical aura surrounding them, she struggled to keep her feet planted on the trembling ground beneath her. The air around them felt increasingly cold, bringing a bad omen that made the hairs on her neck stand up. Slowly, she moved forward, standing beside Fitran while gripping his hand tightly, as if wanting to draw strength from that touch to face what was to come.
"Do you recognize these symbols?" Beelzebub asked softly, her gaze filled with curiosity, yet beneath that uncertainty lay a hope for an answer that would open the way to deeper understanding.
Fitran paused for a moment, his fingers gently touching the ancient glyphs, as if knowing that each stroke carried an unspoken historical weight. "These symbols come from a very old Proto-Speech language. These glyphs were used in rituals related to creation and destruction—two sides that complement each other." Fitran's voice trembled, echoing in the silence, following the flow of energy that coursed between them.
"So, what does it mean for us?" Beelzebub asked, her gaze fixed on Fitran's serious face, feeling the vibrations that made her heart race, as if connected to something greater than themselves.
Fitran took a slow breath, looking deeply into the eyes of the woman before him, as if wanting to channel courage into her. "It means we must be very careful. The ritual we will perform inside this temple could create new life or bring total destruction. There is no middle ground." His words felt like a mantra enveloping them, adding weight to the tension lingering in the air.
Beelzebub took a deep breath, trying to strengthen her resolve. "Then I choose to believe in hope. I choose to create something new."
Fitran smiled faintly, nodding with conviction. "I am with you in this decision."
In her heart, Beelzebub felt a wave of hope mixed with fear; there was something greater than just this ritual, something that could change their fate forever. Gently, Fitran pressed his hand against the center of the large stone door. Instantly, the ancient glyphs glowed dimly, a faint blue light spreading from the center of the door to its entire surface, slowly forming intricate spiral patterns.