Chapter 571 Closed Womb Supper Beelzebub Throws Out His Stomachs
The Philistines no longer hide their curse. The birth of Elyra is a sign that opens the banquet of concepts, marking the resurrection of all entities that were ever failed to be born, written, or remembered—lining up from all directions. They do not merely walk; they crawl from hidden minor dimensions, from the corridors between magic, and from the edges of human dreams that are unreachable.
Fitran knows this battle cannot be won with a sword. It is not about strength, but about the consequences of love.
Fitran carries Elyra, who begins to cry, but her cries are not out of fear—rather, she realizes, even before she can speak, that the world rejects her.
And at that moment—Beelzebub stands. Her body begins to tremble, as if under the control of an invisible force. Her skin, once bright white, now radiates a dark red light, like blood boiling within her body. Every muscle contracts with supernatural tension, reminiscent of the wild magic pushing against her own will.
The surroundings begin to tremble, with a cold wind whispering through the branches of withered trees, and darkness envelops the area, making every breath feel heavy. The sky above them turns a deep crimson, as if sensing it, absorbing the tension of the ritual that is about to begin, creating a tense and terrifying atmosphere, as if pressed by the weight of the fate being undertaken.
Beelzebub raises her hand, and as she opens her first Void belly, a sound that shakes the earth is heard, as if the earth trembles in deep fear. 'This is the sacrifice,' she thinks, while witnessing the blinding light enveloping the open Void belly. Death and birth overlap in the gap; in every rotation, shadows of lost entities emerge, dancing in an undefined cacophony, as if singing a cosmic lament.
Each opened belly reveals more of the sacrifices that must be borne; the aroma of blood and magic intertwines, presenting a horrific image of lost love. Withered flowers bloom again as Beelzebub continues this ritual, connecting with the power of Elyra that radiates new life—a hope amidst the thick darkness, a ray that may bring resurrection to all that has been forgotten.
Her body is still bloodied. The birth stitches have not yet dried. But her gaze has returned: Clumps of darkness begin to tremble around Beelzebub, enveloping the space with a threatening aura. Every movement seems to trigger a resonance, and though her face is filled with wounds, her eyes shine with unwavering determination.
"Let me consume them." Her voice echoes around her, as if the awakening of a goddess, piercing the darkness of the night, impressing the resolve and strength of the decision she has made.