Chapter 590 - 591 Umbra-Khalid’s First Gate Opened
On the first night after Fitran's return to the Philistines, the wind felt different. It was not strong. It was not cold. But it was full of unspoken whispers. Shadows seemed to dance softly with the breeze, carrying messages from another world, awakening a curiosity about what lay hidden behind the darkness.
Amidst the rustling leaves and the sighing wind, another voice seemed to infiltrate, a voice that reminded one of longing and uncertainty, penetrating every corner of the night's solitude. The faint moonlight pierced through, creating strange patterns on the damp earth, as if to say that tonight was a witness to many forgotten secrets.
Beelzebub woke from her slumber, cradling Elyra, who was deep in sleep. In the darkness, the shadow of Beelzebub's face appeared to tremble, as if influenced by another lurking power, instilling an unspoken sense of dread.
"There is something lurking outside..."
"It's not a creature."
"But... it feels as if time is looking back at us."
Time felt like a wave connected to helplessness, gathering though unseen, and building a space between them—one that was slowly narrowing with the intensifying feelings of uncertainty. Their heartbeats synchronized in tension, as if in harmony with the pulse of time, which felt to hasten, adding to the atmosphere of dread.
In the distance, Fitran stood at the cracked altar, his eyes fixed on his own shadow. However, that night... the shadow did not follow his movements. Drops of dew caught in the stillness of the night shimmered, as if reflecting a profound silence. Doubt enveloped him, overshadowing his steps with uncertainty.
Fitran's gaze filled with ensnaring shadows, as if warning him that there was more than just the physical; there were deeper, darker things hiding behind the veil of reality. In that silence, he could hear distant whispers, like echoes of longing from lost souls, urging him to uncover the hidden truth.
Legend has it that long before beings took form, and before the first glyph was inscribed, there existed a single "will" that sought to possess meaning... but failed. This will trembled in the air, seeped into reality, stirring trapped spirits, making this night very much alive, filled with the resonance of unfulfilled dreams.
It cannot be named.