Chapter 592 - 593 Umbra-Khalid The First Entity Who Seeks No Will
For the ancient entities, the Voidwalkers, the seekers of meaning, they all share one thing in common:
they desire something.
Power. Eternity. Will. Meaning.
However, Umbra-Khalid desires nothing. He simply exists. He only wishes to be acknowledged. Without needing to be understood. Without needing to be explained.
In his solitude, he listens to the whispers of the wind carrying ancient voices—unhealed wounds, forgotten memories. Among the timeless shadows, lost souls call out his name, yet he stands firm, unaffected by the endless cries. So many hopes have vanished, and in that silence, he feels an emptiness merging with his soul, a reminder that in every call, there is an inherent powerlessness—a recognition that the quest for meaning is a journey without end.
His existence is profound silence, an empty space filled with all possibilities and uncertainties. He gazes into the darkness, not with fear, but with a deep tranquility that transcends understanding.
And because of that... he is the most dangerous.
Since the Fourth Spiral was embedded in his chest, Fitran has spoken little. He remains gentle towards Beelzebub and Elyra. However, the look in his eyes has changed.
Fitran no longer sees the future. He only sees everything as it is. In the silence, immersed in quiet observation, there is a heavy feeling that envelops his heart. An unexpected change, uncertainty looming, creates a hidden tension within him. He remembers the moments that once adorned his life, recalling vividly how each decision felt like a step on the edge of a cliff, where every risk had to be accepted, yet came with an increasingly binding burden.
In the silence that surrounds him, he senses the irregular movement of time, as if the clock has stopped, and hope lay in tatters. Each second seeps into his consciousness, delivering waves of sadness and tranquility at once. Behind this uncertainty, he discovers a new meaning—that not everything worth fighting for exists, and that itself is a form of liberation. In the deepest corner of his heart, he yearns for something that will never come, as if there is a shadow of the past that continues to follow him, whispering faint hopes that can only be heard by a longing soul.
Fitran had no plans. He did not make any designs. Yet his presence changed the world, because the world felt seen... without expectation. As if he were a light in the darkness, his existence brought hope to souls trapped in uncertainty, proving that even when unspoken, love can manifest in the quietest forms.