Memory of Heaven:Romance Written By Fate Through Beyond Infinity Time-Chapter 406 At the Threshold of the Gates of Erebos

Omega sky has crumbled into burning sheets of time. Its land is no longer earth but a layer of memories writhing like an open wound. In the midst of this destruction stand five towering figures long sealed by history: the Titans—Hyperion, Coeus, Iapetus, Crius, and the former King: Kronos, who is not Chronos but an ancient power once conquered by the gods, now seeking to reclaim their dominion.

Rui is shackled by the threads of time drawn from Chronos's body. Her form trembles, her wings tattered, as Qayin's transformation within her gradually fades due to the dimensional weakening caused by this conflict. Deep within her heart, she feels a profound fear, ensnared between ancient power and a hope that is all but extinguished.

And the Titans?

They desire Rui's body as a vessel to open the Gate of Erebos—a door to a total reality reset. As if attuned to Rui's thoughts, the Titans appear increasingly ravenous for the power lying dormant within her, creating an atmosphere thick with tension and anticipation.

Joanna stood between the Titans and Rui. Michael's radiant wings illuminated the sky, casting a blinding light that sliced through the darkness. Though the wounds on her body had yet to heal, she stood tall, no longer as the Golden Witch, but as a sister who had chosen to live to save the world she once destroyed. Within her, a surge of spirit roiled and erupted as she felt the pain of all that had been lost and all that could still be saved.

Hyperion stepped forward, wielding the black sun in his hands, twisting the energy of the dead sun. Darkness cloaked his surroundings, embedding a chill deep within the soul.

"Step back, False Light. The world has chosen destruction."

Joanna responded, her gaze unwavering:

"If the world chooses to perish for lack of defenders, then let me be the last exception."

Suddenly, Joanna raised her hand and shouted a spell, gathering radiant energy that surged into the sky: "Aegis Harmonia: Mirror of Seven Dawns."

As the spell was spoken, a brilliant light akin to a rainbow emanated from the palm of her hand, forming a spiraling barricade that shimmered with vibrant colors—blue, green, and purple—seemingly dancing in the air. This powerful wave of light shattered the silence, as if daring the darkness brought forth by Hyperion, creating a dramatic and hopeful atmosphere while showcasing the extraordinary might of the magic she was invoking.

Hyperion unleashed a blast of dead sun:

"Solar Collapse: Thronos of Ashen Flame."

Simultaneously, a swirling wave of black energy shot toward Joanna, forming a tempest of energy laced with bright red sparks. The force of his magic seemed to puncture the sky, creating an emptiness around it that made all who witnessed feel choked by despair. The distant cries of the Titans echoed in the background, expressing the tension as the battle between light and darkness drew near.

A collision erupted—an explosion of solar fire clashing against the flames of Aegis Harmonia, creating a burst of light that radiated in all directions, illuminating the darkness and shaking the ground beneath. Dust and fragments of memories swirled around, forming a sky that seemed to recall a meaningful past. Rui could only remain silent, feeling the weight of the decision she had to face, realizing that this battle was more than just a duel; it was a struggle for the future.

On the other side, Coeus and Iapetus exchanged glances, worry etched on their faces. Despite being invincible Titans, something about Joanna's determination felt different. Crius sighed in frustration, assuming this was merely a matter of time, while the former king, Kronos, observed in silence, seemingly plotting his next move.

Hyperion unleashed a blast of deadlight:

"Solar Collapse: Thronos of Ashen Flame."

As if the sky were torn apart, a shimmering black light burst forth from his hand. The solar fire soared with a horrifying golden-red hue, casting a terrifying shadow that seemed to loom over Joanna. The air grew hot, as if it were consumed by flames eager for the darkness. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

Joanna launched a heavenly spiral barrier:

"Aegis Harmonia: Mirror of Seven Dawns."

As the incantation was spoken, bright blue rays enveloped her, creating a spiral shimmering with hues of the sky, ranging from soft pink to deep blue. Waves of celestial energy vibrated in the air, forming a shield that reflected the dense light from Hyperion, casting a spectrum of colors that illuminated the dark battlefield. In an instant, Joanna felt connected to the rhythm of nature, each heartbeat harmonizing with the vibrations of her own magical power.

Then came the clash—an explosion of solar fire met the blaze of heavenly light. The sky was torn open by the force of it, and Joanna held her ground, even as fear cloaked her heart like a thick fog. Her lips moved, striving to remain calm, but her spirit trembled within, rebelling against the uncertainty that engulfed her.

On the other side, Zeus faced Kronos, his former father and the king of the Titans. The power of the flow of time surrounded them, forming a mist that heightened the intensity of the battle.

"I buried you in Tartarus, Kronos."

"And now I rise from beneath time, Zeus."

Kronos raised a massive scythe forged from the shadows of history:

"Epoch Blade: Heir Reclamation."

The scythe flickered with a dark purple aura, seemingly absorbing all the surrounding light. Each of its movements traced a swirling pattern that tore through the fabric of space and time, emanating a hiss that sent shivers down the spines of all beings nearby. Zeus could feel the ominous threat of that attack, as if his very existence was endangered by the shadows of the past, now resurrected.

Summoning lightning from the five highest heavens, Zeus declared:

"Bolt Rex Magna: King's Proclamation."

Lightning shot down from the sky, as if nature itself responded to his call; blue-white flashes crackled and rent the dark heavens apart. The bolt struck Kronos with tremendous force, yet he stood his ground, as if time permitted him to resist. Behind the veil of clouds, the wind howled fiercely, and the whispers of the universe stretched across the world.

The clash of divine lightning and the ancestral power of time opened a dimensional rift—ruins of Atlantis, Elysion, and Arcadia briefly materialized within the layers of reality. Each ruin exuded an aura of grandeur and melancholy, almost mourning the fate of their destruction. The echoes of the past resonated as the battle unfolded before them.

On the other side of the battlefield, Rui collapsed. Her breaths were short and labored, as her body was being pulled towards the Gates of Erebos, which appeared as an obsidian circle adorned with ancient symbols, emanating a dim light that seeped into the darkness. She felt as if all her energy was being drained, caught between hope and despair in an unending inner struggle.

Iapetus observed from above, raising his hand:

"With the Spiralwalker as the sacrifice, we shall reset the Spiral of All Things."

Qayin whispered within Rui's body:

"If you die now... then I will be free. But strangely... I do not want that."

Rui felt a deep conflict; her soul screamed against the encroaching darkness. The glint in her eyes shone, reflecting a resolve to endure, even as her body shook under the threat of magical forces.

"You have carried too much... Let this time be the moment I carry you."

The black aura around Rui gathered once more, seeping into the surface of her skin. The symbol of Qayin emerged across her body, glowing red as if to warn of the impending disaster.

Joanna turned, her eyes widening as she saw Rui on the brink of being dragged into the Gates of Erebos. The sunlight began to fade, replaced by dark clouds that loomed overhead, slowly yet surely.

There is no time.

She flapped her wings of light—seven times. Each flap was a heavenly magic that consumed her own life energy. Golden light burst forth, replacing darkness with a brilliant shine, creating a fierce wind as if the world was ready to witness a miracle. Magical streaks crossed the air, forming a sparkling path of light. She hurled herself towards Rui, her body spinning elegantly as she severed the chains of Iapetus's magic:

"Excision Flame: Sword of Final Vow."

With that slash, she cut through the fate that connected Rui to Erebos. A burst of blue and gold light exploded from the tip of her sword, forming a whirlpool of energy that tore the sky apart, creating a large wound that unveiled stars in the dark fragments.

Joanna fell, her body losing light in her left wing, and she felt a piercing pain stab at her heart. Cold sweat drenched her temples, yet her spirit remained ablaze. "I will not let you go," she thought, even as her body began to weaken.

On her face, there was a blend of tension and determination, as if she was fighting not only to save Rui but also to prove that hope still existed. Around them, the vibrations of magic lingered in the air, causing the ground to tremble and the surrounding trees to sway, as if bending to an unseen force. The other characters watching this battle felt the tension; their mouths agape at Joanna's heroic actions, praying that all of this would not be in vain.

Seeing Joanna severely injured, Zeus unleashed the final seal of his lightning. The roar thundered through the sky, and in an instant, a flash of lightning split the darkness of the night with a blindingly bright yellow light.

"Stygian Skyfall: Strike of Firstborn."

As the incantation was spoken, thousands of blue lightning bolts ignited in the sky, epitomizing the god's fury. The entire Omega sky transformed into a sea of dancing lightning, shimmering as if reflecting Zeus's heartache. Beneath it, the earth trembled violently, signaling the immense power being unleashed. Poseidon—far below in the ruins of the dimensional abyss—felt the vibrations, furrowing his brow in astonishment and fear.

Kronos attempted to deflect it with his scythe, yet when the blade touched the lightning energy, the shockwave shattered his left arm in a burst of blazing light. He fell, confusion and pain radiating throughout his body. Amidst the thunderous chaos, he sensed Zeus's power flooding the battlefield, a brilliance that shook his very soul.

In the midst of the battlefield, the Crystal of Time began to tremble. The emitted light transformed the surrounding colors into mystical shades of green, creating an illusion of fragmented time. Each passing second felt like grains of sand swirling in a dance.

From within, Omega, which had once been shattered, slowly rose as the embodiment of the world's will itself. Its light began to shine with unmatched intensity, filling the space with hope. Its form was still cracked, but now it glimmered with patterns reminiscent of roots from all that once existed in Omega, creating a stunning yet terrifying spectacle.

"Light... still alive," Omega thought, feeling its power seeping into the shattered ground around it, as if it sought to heal everything. Its voice trembled with conviction, but beneath that, there was a fear of what was to come.

"Joanna's blood... has paid its dues," Omega said, glancing at Joanna with a sense of sorrow and resolution. It was then that light enveloped it, creating an effect that made it seem as though the world leaned upon its words.

Omega raised its hand. Instantly, sparkling light burst into the air, forging an energy bridge that anchored hope and rebirth. The Titans around it appeared stunned, some even stepping back, mesmerized by this unimaginable power.

A colossal world tree emerged from beneath the field, preventing the Gates of Erebos from fully opening. The trunk of the tree shimmered in blue-golden light, shaking the earth as its massive roots spread, creating vibrations that could be felt to the bone. With each passing second, the tree appeared more alive, as if it were absorbing the magical essence from Omega.

The presence of Omega shook the Titans. They began to feel reality rejecting them once more, as if they were trapped in a wave of agonizing energy. Fear started to emerge in their hearts, wondering if this was the end for them. Crius and Coeus retreated behind the dimensions, their faces expressing helplessness, while Kronos was thrown back, staring at the sky with sorrow and disappointment.

Iapetus was torn apart by the shimmering energy of Omega, with beams of purple and silver forming dazzling spirals. Hyperion was partially engulfed in flames, the red fire consuming light around him in a painful panic. Cries of agony echoed as the Titans struggled to fight back, yet despair overshadowed every intention they had. Nevertheless, they were not destroyed and continued to withstand the unexpected surge of energy.

They simply retreated, burdened by profound pain. Among them, a sense of respect began to grow towards Omega's power, its magic so pure and unpredictable.

Rui crawled to the side of her dying sister, Joanna. She embraced Joanna's frozen body, a mix of hope and fear enveloping her soul. In her mind, she prayed that Joanna could feel her love, even as the world around them crumbled. "Joanna... stay with me..." her voice trembled, capturing every emotion she had bottled up inside, with hope and sincerity intertwining in a single, tense note.

Above them, Omega hovered, witnessing the destruction that had been averted—while Ragnarok was still not over. The energy radiating from her body shone brightly, vibrant rainbow hues coloring the air, creating a mesmerizing yet painful magical illusion for those who gazed upon it. She felt the heavy burden of responsibility; fighting for hope, for an uncertain future, as if the fate of the world rested in her strong hands.

And in the cracked sky, one red eye opened—a sign that Chronos had not surrendered...

He was not alone. The Titans watching from afar bore expressions of confusion and despair, but also profound respect. They sensed this was a moment where everything would change, and destiny would decide who would survive the onslaught of such immense power.