Chapter 581 Babylonian Altar Broken Into Symbols Of Blood
In the ancient land of Babylon, which has long become ruins, there is one place that has never fallen. A stone altar stands silently at the center of a circular structure: the Babel Altar. It is said that this place was not built by human hands, but formed from the vibrations of the first word ever given meaning.
For thousands of years, no creature has been able to touch that altar. It does not glow, does not shine, does not respond to prayers.
But that night...
...it began to bleed.
The stone in the center of the altar cracked slowly—not due to strength, but because of a conflict of meanings. From its cracks, red liquid flowed, not ordinary blood—but symbolic blood. It flowed like ink, forming unknown glyph patterns, and vibrated softly.
The blood did not come from a human body. It was the consequence of the birth of something that language did not permit.
In the distance, the shadows of the human world began to tremble; uncertainty spread among those who observed the altar. With every drop of blood that flowed, faint voices rose, as if calling the souls trapped in old meanings. Through the silence of the night, a mysterious smile emerged on an unseen entity, as if witnessing the grand drama unfolding.
From these ancient ruins, various circles of the world were affected. Their languages, once binding, now vibrated with new tension, challenging the established boundaries of communication. What is the meaning behind this blood? What will be born from the shattered pieces of symbols? Each flow changed the way they viewed reality, questions shaking their spirits and souls.
In that orange night, the conflict between the visible and the invisible grew more intense. The recesses of belief gaped open, while whispers from the opposing world formed a rhythm of uncertainty. Beelzebub, who was not yet fully known, slowly began to form a bridge between these two worlds, creating a path that might bring more blood, more meaning, and more questions in the future.
There were no prophecies. No magical scripts. No radar, sensing magic, or science that captured the event of Beelzebub's birth.
Even the Earth people, the sorcerers of Atlantis, and Gaia... recorded nothing.