Chapter 565 Memories About Rinoa Appear In Glyphs
The Philistines no longer shiver. The ancient city that had long confined itself in destruction and emptiness now falls silent, not out of fear, but out of exhaustion. Like a giant body that has just cried out loudly, then falls asleep in the embrace of the gray sky.
Fitran sits leaning against the ruins of the main temple. His Voidlight sword is planted beside him, glowing softly. Beelzebub sits next to him, examining the minor wounds adorning her lover's body—especially the wound on his shoulder, a result of a direct impact from the light of Anathema Partus.
"I'm still alive," Fitran murmurs, a faint smile on his face.
"You're foolish." Beelzebub replies in a hoarse voice, half crying, half laughing. "I saw you fall like a star losing its sky."
At the same time, a sense of anxiety slips into Beelzebub's heart, as if a precious item is threatened to be lost. She wants to hold Fitran tighter, to pause time for a moment, so that nothing can take away this small happiness. Their love, like morning dew, sparkles yet is fragile, inviting unspoken longing.
Fitran gazes at the sky. "But you're still here. And our child..."
Beelzebub places her hand on her belly, then nods slowly. "Still here too. It even... seems to respond when you were hurt."
At that moment, the feeling of closeness between them flows like a calm river. The wounded and gentle hands meet, giving each other strength amidst uncertainty. It is a reminder of a future glowing with hope, even though darkness lurks around them.
Silence resonates between them. Around them, the wind that once carried whispers of complaints now only blows gently, carrying the remnants of light left from their battle.
However, not far from where they sit, something begins to move.
The stones on the altar of the Temple of Reversal, which were once lifeless, now slowly glow again. Not because of magic, but because of resonance—the echo of the choices made by Fitran and Beelzebub.