Memory of Heaven:Romance Written By Fate Through Beyond Infinity Time-Chapter 598 - 599 Spiral Ritual Sealing Elyra

The sky of the Philistines had turned dark once more. Yet, amidst the stillness of the night, around the sleeping Elyra— new spiral patterns emerged. They did not glow like Fitran's; they did not pulse like Beelzebub's, but were silent. And in that silence... they grew.

The night air enveloped Elyra with the fragrant chill of a breeze that carried whispers from other dimensions. Each spiral vibrated softly as if speaking in a language only the souls sensitive to mystery could grasp. There was a magical aura lingering in each of its curves, framing the darkness with an enchanting beauty. With every breath, that magical touch felt increasingly potent, filling the empty spaces between them.

"This is no ordinary spiral," Beelzebub said, her gaze fixed sharply on the spirals shimmering with a faint light, the rustling energy around them creating a delicate symphony that seemed to beckon attention.

"These spirals... do not respond to anyone's will."

Fitran felt a profound question weighing on his mind. He stepped closer, extending his hand to sense the tension in the air. Each spiral seemed composed of remnants of memories trapped in time, striving to free themselves from the grip of eternity. In the silence, he realized that these spirals had a purpose—perhaps something that surpassed their current understanding.

Fitran studied one of the spirals etched in the air:

The spiral had no main direction.

It split into two, connecting to points of possibility,

Then branched out again—seeming to attempt to become "another reality."

In his mind, he imagined the worlds unfolding behind those delicate lines, boundless potentials waiting to be explored. He felt a wave of desire urging him to delve deeper into the unspoken mysteries. Yet, fear crept in; every decision could determine the fate of more than just one world.

"If this continues..." Fitran said, "then Elyra could... tear apart the system of worlds."

The thought became increasingly tangible, weightier. In silence, these two powerful beings realized they stood on the brink of a decision that would shake existence. The wind blew stronger, whispering messages from another realm, heightening the tension and awe of what might be revealed in the stillness of this night.

Anxiety stretched between them, like a thread holding two gemstones shining in the darkness. Each possibility, each alternative unfolded before them, offering glimpses into the unpredictable labyrinth of destiny. Both were trapped in silence, reflecting on the repercussions of the journey they must undertake, caught in the uncertainty between courage and vulnerability.

At the summit of the temple built from the ruins of Babel,

Fitran addressed Beelzebub:

"Elyra... must be sealed."

"At least... until this world is strong enough not to fall apart just because she cries."

For a moment, the wind whispered softly, carrying the scent of spices and morning dew, as if nature responded to Fitran's statement with profound silence. Beelzebub gazed far into the horizon, where the sun crawled across the sky, its blaze casting long shadows from the ruins that harbored a dark history.

Beelzebub turned, her expression cracking.

"You want to seal our child? You know she is not a monster—"

Her voice trembled, filled with emotions entangled between love and fear. Behind her, the temple walls emanated a mystical aura, as if listening to every word spoken, every heartbeat echoing. The silence resonated, planting doubt in their hearts.

"Precisely because she is not a monster," Fitran replied calmly,

"I want this world to know her... when she is ready to be loved.

Not feared."

In his eyes, there was a flicker of faint hope. He imagined Elyra amidst a blooming garden, joyfully playing to the tunes of the evening. In that vision, the darkness surrounding them seemed to recede, as if nature answered the call of his conscience.

Concon is not merely a box or a seal.

It is a primordial spiral nest—a boundary between will and possibility.

Within it, time freezes,

will is inactive,

and existence cannot be perceived from the outside.

Every spiral there gleams with eternal energy, linking the past, present, and future. It is as if the intertwined fate of ancient words and future hopes is trapped within, waiting to be freed.

Fitran explained:

"In there, she will not be alone.

The spirals will speak only to her...

And when she emerges...

she will know how to love without destroying."

Each word Fitran spoke seemed to carve a timeline, coloring the atmosphere with hope and longing. He imagined Elyra, surrounded by spinning spirals, listening to voices from every dimension, receiving guidance from higher entities. Understanding that love is not just a feeling but also a force that can heal and transform.

His thoughts drifted to the difficult decision he had to make. In the silence, he felt the weight of the world on his shoulders, and how each of their steps could determine a future not only for Elyra but for the entire universe now engulfed in uncertainty.

Fitran stood at the altar of Philistines,

with Excalibur hanging on his back,

and the Fifth Spiral pulsing within his heart.

From a distance, the whispering wind carried her back to memories of the past, when she could still feel the warmth of the sun on her skin and the wild forest aroma filling her lungs. Every heartbeat echoed the creaking wood beneath her feet, as if the universe was composing a melody for her journey. Constrained by a yearning for what once was, she knew she wanted to bring it all along with her.

"Before I become a father who can sleep in peace...

I must be a sinful protector once again."

As those words left her mouth, a soft light began to envelop her, painting a picture of a hopeful future. Each word became a seed planted in the garden of her soul, uncertain whether it would thrive or wither in the face of challenges. Within each wave of sound, there was a strong intention that resonated gently, as if nature itself agreed with the decision she had made.

Beelzebub wept in silence as she bathed Elyra.

Each drop of water from her daughter's body formed a pattern:

The candlelight flickers in the cramped space, casting shadows on the moss-covered walls. In the corner, the lingering souls of ancestors watch over her, offering silent support and hope. Each drop that falls is not just water but also a fusion of hope, fear, and dreams. Beelzebub feels their presence, like a warm embrace guiding her through the darkness.

The double spiral,

The open spiral,

The splitting spiral,

The spiral that repeats itself at different points.

With each pattern formed, the weight on her shoulders feels a little lighter. The water sparkles like stars in the night sky, and in that moment, she experiences an unusual calm. What she is doing is not merely a ceremony but a ritual that connects the souls from generation to generation.

"She doesn't yet know how to control it...

but the world cannot wait for her to learn," Fitran murmurs softly.

Taking a deep breath, she imagines Elyra's face as she grows up, with joy flowing around them like the current of a river. Yet, she also understands the heaviness of the hope for peace in a world filled with conflict and uncertainty. "Mother would be proud," she whispers to herself, as if seeking an answer from her mother's spirit.

Concon is a place accessible only to those who possess the Spiral Primordial. This space exists outside of time and magic, and its walls are not made of stone or metal, but rather the first spiral memories created by the world.

Within those shimmering walls, faint shadows whirl, as if trying to recall a form that once existed. The distant roar of waves echoes, mingling with the gentle whispers of trapped memories. Each side of the space appears alive, pulsing with an energy that cannot be perceived by the eye.

At the center of the room floats a black lotus.

Above it, light forms a glyph that has yet to be named.

As if sensing their arrival, the lotus emitted a gentle blue light that penetrated the souls of those who beheld it. In the profound silence, Fitran felt his heart adrift in the reflections rippling across the water's surface. "What will happen if she awakens?" he pondered, each heartbeat vibrating with uncertainty.

Fitran cradled Elyra in his arms, wrapping her in a cloth imbued with fragments of Beelzebub's memories.

He didn't want Elyra to be frozen like an artifact.

As he bound the cloth around her, fleeting memories flickered through his mind: Elyra's cheerful face, her laughter echoing, and the stories they had woven together. The cloth became not just a protector but a bridge to the erased memories.

"I want her to sleep... in dreams filled with love," Fitran's voice trembled softly, infusing the space with hope. At that moment, his fingers gently brushed against the threads of the cloth, as if trying to draw back the souls trapped in the complexities of time. A mystical shimmer appeared from Elyra's hands, seemingly responding to the sincere words of love. The room began to vibrate, a new energy flowing into the symbols drawn on the ceiling.

Outside, the gentle night breeze carried whispers from another world, a sound waiting for the precise moment to shake the established order, reminding them that out there, many buried secrets still sought a way to be freed.

Fitran sketched six spirals around Elyra:

In the quiet of the room, the candlelight flickered gently, creating shadows that danced on the walls. The aroma of herbs and moonlight filled the air, surrounding them in a sacred aura that thickened the tension.

Spiral of Will – Holding Elyra's natural impulses, desires pulsing like a heartbeat that never fades.

Spiral of Wounds – Containing the pain from a world unprepared, reminding them of every tear that fell from Elyra's eyes.

Spiral of Love – Connected to Beelzebub's heart, where the threads of destiny intertwined, reminding them of the bond woven between their souls.

Spiral of Forgiveness – A symbol of Fitran for Elyra's future, a hope that radiates from her loving soul, despite the many obstacles that lie ahead.

Spiral of the Nameless – A shield that prevents the world from finding Elyra, a magical barrier that brings peace to those who long for tranquility for her.

Spiral of Connection – The thread that links these spirals to one another, resembling the flow of a river guiding its current toward the infinite ocean.

Fitran's words flowed softly, as if traversing through dimensions of time. In the silence, the aura of each spiral began to vibrate, singing in an unspoken melody, filling the space with energy that gradually formed a bridge to Elyra's past. Each spiral throbbed intensely, creating a rhythmic echo that seemed to recount tales long forgotten. The candlelight now united, forming a glimmering dance that reflected the intertwining of hope and fear within a single weave.

Fitran opened his cloak.

On his chest, the Fourth Spiral still pulsed, and new circles began to appear around him—

The Sixth Spiral—which neither protected nor attacked, but allowed something to unfold without the burden of meaning. In the dim light, unseen shadows danced as if celebrating that moment of transition, with gentle sounds like whispers of the wind reminding of forgotten histories.

He raised his hand and exclaimed:

"Vinculo Nihil Spiralum: Dormiat quae non potest amari sine laceratione."

"Bound in the spiral, sleep... you who cannot be loved without causing pain."

As if merging with her chant, the room began to resonate, the elements around responding to Fitran's call with energy drawn into the incantation. What had once been silent now vibrated with an unexpected presence—a moment when time slowed, filled with an enchanting magical essence.

Elyra slowly submerged into the black lotus.

Her body disappeared, yet a small spiral continued to glow in the air—as a sign that she had not truly vanished. In that stillness, her light formed delicate webs, hanging between dimensions, creating a balance between existence and non-existence. Every movement they made, though concealed by darkness, captured the attention of other entities that might be watching from afar, ready to obstruct or support the fate being forged.

Suddenly, from within the black lotus, a soft, shimmering light emerged, resembling a star bowing in the dark night. The light formed a familiar, intimate face—not Elyra's, but someone from Fitran's past who lingered in his memories. The face gazed at him with hope, reminding him of the path they had once chosen together. Would Elyra follow in his footsteps, or would she succumb to the darkness that now enveloped her?

Time around Concon came to a halt.

The world system could not trace Elyra's point of existence.

Beelzebub's body no longer reacted to the spirals born from Elyra.

Fitran fell to his knees. The ritual absorbed some of his spiral power. Yet, he smiled.

The biting cold penetrated his body as if seeping into his soul, yet the light of his desire to protect warmed him. The space around them vibrated, signaling the presence of an unseen mystical force, surrounding them like a thick fog.

"At least... she won't be hunted. Not by the system. Not by the gods. Not by herself."

Beelzebub embraced Fitran from behind. In that embrace, Fitran felt the presence of thousands of souls struggling in darkness, each yearning for freedom but unable to break free.

Outside, the night wind whispered, carrying distant voices—the cries of lost wanderers trapped between the world and dreams, waiting for a light to guide them home. It seemed as though the universe understood their sorrow and sent gentle, trembling wings of hope.

"We have trapped the stars... to save the sky."

Fitran gazed at the last fading spiral. In the dimness, shadows of the past haunted him, beautiful memories turning painful when faced with reality. Each dimming spiral gave him strength and weakness alike, creating a heavy feeling in his chest.

His heartbeat intensified, as if it resonated with the sacred heart's song playing in the silence. He knew that to change their fate, they must confront the fears buried inside. Only with deep courage could they become a beacon for the lost souls, guiding them from darkness into light.

"We do not trap it... we simply teach it how to shine when the world is ready to see it."

Time began to flow again, revealing the moonlight seeping through the gaps in the leaves. At that moment, a luminous creature approached, shaking the tranquility of the night. From the dark surface, that tiny light spread, creating a mesmerizing spectrum of colors, as if the universe was responding to their efforts. She was the hope that had been suppressed, now rising to seize the freedom she desired.

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