Chapter 579 Neph-Null Returns, and the Fight Against Another Spiral
The Amphitheater of Nihila has transformed. After the emergence of the second spiral from Elyra's body and the echo of the unnamed entity—Virelya—the space stretched, cracked, and refused to remain a stage of memories. It has now become something greater: the open belly of the world, a place where every unfinished concept begins to fight for its own existence.
In the midst of the double spiral now radiating from Elyra, Neph-Null returns. No longer just an echo of rejected children, he appears in his main form: the youngest child of the shattered Babelian will, consuming all the possibilities that were never written. Now his body looms like a giant fetus hanging from a black umbilical cord—each segment adorned with fragments of names, incomplete symbols, and empty eyes that refuse to form an identity.
"FITRAN FATE!" Neph-Null's voice echoed from all directions, not through vibration, but through the memory of a voice that was never heard.
"This is my power; the world will feel its tremors!" Neph-Null exclaimed, as if worrying about the balance that had been maintained.
As those words touched the air, a sparkling blue light exploded from his fingers, creating a terrifying projection of unimaginable shadows. The texture of the ground turned liquid, as if a gentle earthquake shook the battlefield. The shimmering sand floated into the air, swirling in its dance before finally falling, adding to the somber atmosphere that had been created.
"Look! Everything trembles in fear!" Elyra shouted, sensing the dark power enveloping the space.
Fitran stood in the center of the stage, which had transformed into a salt desert, where glowing sand rose like steam from below. The wind did not blow. But the light flickered, creating inconsistent shadows.
Battle Environment: The Salt Spiral
The ground formed a flat spiral with layers of silvery white salt. Small cracks flowed with a liquid that was not water—but fragments of sound. The sky above was not a sky. It was a spiral mirror, reflecting a future that would never happen.
With every movement, the mirror sky trembled as if rippling, projecting countless fragments of memories. A glimmer of light filled the air, creating an illusion of depth that highlighted the beauty of missed moments.
On one side: Fitran. His sword glowed faintly, his body not yet recovered. On the other side: Neph-Null, his body pulsing like an inverted giant fetus, and from his mouth, spells were born from a language that even the world had yet to learn to reject.