Chapter 588 - 589 Reality Retreats and a New World Grows from Elyra’s Silence
Elyra's Third Spiral no longer emitted light. It pulsed like a tiny heart, yet pressed upon neither time nor space.
From the soil moistened by the monsters' tears... the first flower appeared. The flower had no fixed color—it shifted with the emotions that drew near.
Then, trees sprouted from voices never heard. The air carried the warmth of wounds that had been forgiven. And the sky... was empty. Ready to be filled.
This is the new world—Eidolon Veritas.
Fitran. The Face That No Longer Smiles.
He stood at the center of that world. His cosmic eyes gazed upon every wave of light and sound that emerged. But his face no longer showed gentleness. As if the emotions that once served as windows for the souls around him now left only a dark curtain. Around him, his aura trembled, sending ripples that shook reality.
It was as if the world vibrated with tension, and nothing dared come near. Darkness and beauty intertwined, creating a landscape both radiant and shadowed at once. A thin purple mist glided, cloaking the trees grown from sound, giving a mystical impression, as if they could hear every secret long buried.
Amidst this, Fitran felt the call of his soul. A cool wind carried whispers from afar, "sacrifice," as if every creature trapped in endless cycles was seeking a way to receive true love. It was a sweet illusion that left a bitter taste in the heart. Fitran was now:
A ruler of aimless fate
A remorseless rewriter of the system
A shadow of love that had rejected himself