Chapter 578 Fractured Cities The Womb of Reality Opened
The Surface of the Philistines.
Ancient stones that have been silent since the Babylonian era began to rhythmically tremble. Small cracks appeared in the ancient walls, but from the gaps, it was not dust that fell—rather, a blue light like veins.
As if this city... was beginning to breathe.
Some thunderous sounds echoed, a deep bass that seemed to shake the heart of every soul that heard it. A beam of light pierced the shadows, illuminating the long-abandoned streets, like a dream awakening from a long night of darkness. In every corner, there was a soft blue glow enveloping the stone walls, revealing ancient carvings that seemed alive, twinkling as if dancing to the rhythm of the city's revival.
The once-silent stones now whispered softly, providing a song that could only be understood by those sensitive to nature's gifts. The aroma of wet earth wafted, refreshing and awakening old memories of a life that once flourished here—a delicate symphony that revived memories of a glorious past.
Small cracks appeared in the ancient walls, but from the gaps, it was not dust that fell—rather, a blue light like veins.
As if this city... was beginning to breathe.
Beelzebub held Elyra, who was still asleep. Fitran stood on the altar above, gazing at the horizon.
"This city... is opening something that even the founders of Babylon feared to touch."
From the fine tears that flowed, the earlier light created a soft rainbow dancing in the air, painting the sky with colors of will and hope. As if every note of resonance could awaken the remaining spirits, calling back the souls that once fought for this city. A gentle breeze swept across the faces of all present, giving a soft touch full of affection.
The spiral glyph Aperta Lux Spiralis on Elyra's shoulder now expanded toward her body—creating a second faint spiral line on her ribcage.