Chapter 564 The First Tear of the Void
Sky Breaks.
A ray of dazzling light descends from the sky and strikes the center of the ruins of the Philistines, creating a large circular crater that burns the earth's surface, forming a depression resembling a cosmic womb—curved, shining, and soulless. The whispering sound of a gentle wind spreads within the silence of the night, singing ancient songs that can only be heard by those sensitive to the presence of the invisible. The light is not merely a beam; it is a mirror of all the latent possibilities, inviting every soul to reflect on creation and emptiness.
From the center of the crater, a figure slowly rises.
She has no face. Her form resembles a sacred mannequin made of white marble, her body adorned with heavenly symbols that burn in reverse. Wings of light grow from her back, but the light does not bring hope—instead, it brings a silence that kills the sense of birth. Around her, boiling energy forms geometric patterns in the air, as if revealing secrets accessible only to those ready to accept.
Anathema Partus.
"The One Who Rejects Birth."
An entity that condemns all seeds. She is the structured failure of the age of the Babylonian priests—a reaction to a world that continues to give birth to destruction, using light as a tool of annihilation. In the silence, the voice of nature seems to echo, expressing fear of what is to come. Sometimes, even silence speaks; it hints that neglecting creation brings unimaginable consequences.
"Birth is an evil wrapped in love," Anathema murmurs.
"I come... to close the womb of every existence."
The Philistines change.
The light from Anathema's body touches the ancient buildings—and they do not burn, do not crumble, but are erased. The pillars that once stood tall vanish as if they never existed. The stones freeze, then disappear. As if, with every passing moment, they erase the memory of struggle and hope. Everything that contains "memories" of creation—wiped clean. And in the diminishing silence, there is a restless creaking, reminding that every end is the beginning of something new, even if it is frightening.