Chapter 570 The Entities in the Philistines Begin to Target Elyra
Elyra cries—a gentle cry, a pure cry of a baby. However, under the shadows of the Philistines, that voice splits the foundation of words, piercing through the layers of magic inscribed in ancient stone, and opening the seals of slumber that have been buried in the earth since the end of the Babylonian Age.
Within a radius of seven temple circles, ancient creatures that cannot die yet are barred from living begin to awaken from silence. They are neither gods nor demons. They are concepts of life trapped in limbo—like "abandoned loyalty," "a name never spoken," and "hopes that fell before their time."
And now... they all long for a part of Elyra.
Entity One: Almakhul, the Archive-Womb. Her form: An old woman, half fossil, with a body made up of piles of ancient books and bones intertwined with ancient parchment. Clearly etched on her forehead: "The 1001st Sentence of the Uncontinued Lineage."
Almakhul steps into the temple courtyard, her movements slow and touching the ground, allowing her frail body to drag itself across the cold stone surface.
"Grant me the right to record Elyra in the lineage of the world's magic, and I will protect her from the crueler entities that lurk in the shadows..."
"But if you take her right, then you will steal the soul that should belong to her," Fitran reveals with a deep, weighty voice, full of stirring emotion. "Allow her to breathe under your light, Almakhul, and do not let your shadow envelop her."
"With that," she says in a hoarse voice, "she will be recognized by the academy, by history, by the poets of the future who will tell her tale."
Fitran grips his sword tightly, his gaze sharp like the rays of the sunset piercing the darkness of night. "Perhaps, but isn't it more valuable if her history is written by herself? We, her protectors, will help her carve a story that will echo in every corner of the world."
"And lose her right to define herself?"
"Let her have her story, not just poetry written by others," Fitran retorts again, his voice soft yet firm, "Elyra's life is far deeper than all the writings you can bequeath."