Chapter 580 Time Cannot Cancel This Birth
The Philistines stopped beating.
The shadow of the ancient sun clock in the central temple no longer shifted. Even the light from the spiral Dawn no longer pulsed. In the silence that enveloped, it was as if the world held its breath, waiting for a new second that never came. Outside, the leaves whispered in longing for the warmth of the sun, but inside, the atmosphere froze in uncertainty that gnawed at hope.
Time, for a moment, became mute. The atmosphere grew tense, uncertainty creeping into every cavity of the soul, creating dark shadows that colored the mind. Every passing second felt like a shackle, binding them in helplessness. Had the line between real time and illusion been erased? Were they trapped in an endless cycle?
Beelzebub cradled the sleeping Dawn, but the baby's body was cold. Fitran stood rigid, feeling his own pulse cut off. When his eyes shifted to the figure of Dawn, anxiety gripped his heart. Then, in that silence, his inner voice whispered — a fear that embraced him tightly, penetrating to the bone. "What will happen to her? Can I protect her from this darkness?"
Then from the spiral sky—a black line descended. It was neither lightning nor sound. It was the ink of reality that failed to flow. The line tore through the void, creating a vibration that shook the essence of every soul present, as if warning them of something forbidden. In that tense second, many felt the vibration penetrate their souls — a call that could not be ignored. Fear and curiosity enveloped their thoughts.
From the gap in the air, a figure emerged. Cloaked in silver-black. Her body was filled with inverted clocks. Every second that moved on her was a second not allowed to live. There was a magical impression in her presence that made their hearts beat faster. One by one, the faces that saw her transformed, as if standing on the brink between awe and biting fear. In their minds, the question arose, "Are we ready to face what this figure brings?"
Chronos, or more precisely: one of her fragments—a part of herself that was shattered when time was rejected by an unordained birth. Her existence presented a picture of chaos, moments trapped in eternity, inviting reflection on the choices and consequences that accompanied them. In his beating heart, Fitran felt the burden of undeniable history, as if every passing second demanded answers from the actions he chose.
"I did not come to kill." "I came to cancel."
The sky of the Philistines split. As if the universe groaned, feeling every pulse of injustice flowing through time. Sucked into uncertainty, the figures that loomed around brought all hope and fear, forming an invisible web that enveloped her soul.