Chapter 595 - 596 Fifth Spiral When Forgetting Becomes Will
Umbra-Khalid is not an enemy in the usual sense. She does not attack to win. She only endures so that she is not forgotten.
However, when Fitran chooses to erase all traces of Beelzebub's past as a result of his experiment, he violates one thing:
Umbra-Khalid lives only because there is something that does not want to be remembered.
The pain now haunts her again, rummaging through her erased memories. Every drop of blood that falls reminds her of countless sacrifices. Umbra-Khalid knows well that the ghosts of the past will never leave, and she becomes their counterbalance as all the remaining memories fight against the current of time.
In a deep moment of silence, the air is filled with thick smoke from Umbra's conjuring. A faint light glimmers from every floating black stone, painting a picture as if the sky is being split by a living darkness. And now, she fights... with physicality.
Umbra-Khalid unleashes "Meteora Nexum" - The Physical Rain of Rejected Memories. Thousands of black stones form in Umbra's sky. They are not metaphors. They are real objects. Each stone represents a human memory buried too deep, never to be told. The stones vibrate violently, feeling the power of injustice, as if asking for recognition in the journey of a life left behind.
"If you want to erase it... first feel the weight of the unspoken memories."
The meteors fall onto Fitran's body—breaking his spiral shield, piercing through his cloak of darkness, and causing him to bleed. Each stone that strikes feels like a hammer pounding his soul, leaving scars that are not only visible but also felt deeply. The shocked expression on Fitran's face reflects the struggle between helplessness and courage, as if he is fighting against the voice of his heart that remembers the past he wants to leave behind.
Fitran stands stunned for a moment, witnessing the fall of trapped memories, tethered to each meteor. Every stone that touches his skin seems to cut not only his body but also his soul. In every impact, he feels a sadness he has never known, as if the memories of those who have gone whisper to him, asking to be remembered. Amidst the raging battle, the dazzling light from the meteors creates vibrating shadows around him, as if time slows down and every second feels painful. A cold shiver runs down his spine, signaling that every lost memory is not just a loss, but a burning longing.
Finally, Fitran's scream echoes into the night, calling for a deeper darkness, as if he wants to offer his soul as a gift to redeem every lost memory. In every scream, the voice carries a hope, a surging belief, as if inviting the darkness to unite with the light. He knows that darkness also has power, and he vows to turn this pain into strength for his purpose. Around him, waves of dark energy flow like water, forming small whirlpools that move in rhythm with his turbulent soul.
Fitran lowers his head, his right hand trembling. Then he murmurs an ancient name—"Nox Primigenia." As that name is spoken, a rich, deep black surrounds his body, creating a sharp aura that radiates power. Every dark particle vibrates, dancing as if responding to his magical call, creating waves of energy that swirl around him with a terrifying grace.