Chapter 561 Temple of Reversal – Empty Altar
The tranquility of the night once again enveloped the ruins of the Philistines, but this time the silence felt much deeper. The Temple of Reversal, which was once full of energy, now seemed lifeless, leaving the Babylonian altar empty, silent, and cold. No more glyph lights flickered, no more echoes of ancient mantras. The place now only held a silence that felt so thick and sorrowful.
Among the shadows of the ruins, the cold night wind blew, weaving through the cracks and moss-covered stones, as if telling untold stories. The soft sighs sounded like whispers of spirits brushing against their ears, reminding them of a past filled with darkness and loss. Fitran caught the scent of damp earth mixed with the fragrance of night flowers striving to reach the moonlight, yet hindered by the shadows of sadness that lingered over the place.
Fitran and Beelzebub walked slowly away from the altar, their footsteps feeling heavy even though their hearts were filled with a bit of relief after completing the final ritual. However, their gazes remained vigilant, as if they knew that the peace they felt was only temporary.
Suddenly, a rustling sound halted their steps. Fitran sensed an energy flow around him, as if the universe was warning them of an unseen presence. "Do you feel it?" he asked, his tone trembling with tension. Beelzebub nodded, her eyes sharp as she scrutinized the darkness, her heart racing with uncertainty about what might come next.
"This city never stops harboring its pain," Beelzebub said softly, looking around with a gloomy expression. "Our ritual may be over, but I can still feel the sorrow that remains here."
Behind Beelzebub's words, shadows of the past seemed to flicker in their minds, moments filled with loss and sacrifice that they had to endure. Memories of the sacrifices made to save what was left of this city were vividly recalled. The sound of screams merged with the night wind, calling their souls to continue fighting even though the situation was grim.
Fitran nodded slowly, his expression serious yet gentle. "The sorrow of this city is deeply rooted. But at least we have completed our part. Whatever happens now, the new life within you will have a chance."
Beelzebub smiled faintly, her hand slowly touching her own belly. Although her body still felt weak, she could now clearly feel the life growing stronger within her womb. That life was growing and developing, slowly providing a warm and comforting sensation that was both foreign yet delightful. In the stillness of the night, the whispering wind seemed to carry soft murmurs, reminding them of the sacredness of this moment, where hope and fear united in a single breath.
"I still can't fully believe that this is real," Beelzebub whispered softly, her gaze clouded with deep emotion. "I—who was once just emptiness—can now feel life growing within me. It feels like an impossible dream." Her gaze traced the starry night sky, the stars seemed to shimmer, adding to the wonder of the atmosphere around them, providing a glimmer of hope amidst the encroaching darkness.