Memory of Heaven:Romance Written By Fate Through Beyond Infinity Time-Chapter 570 The Entities in the Philistines Begin to Target Elyra

Chapter 570 - 570 The Entities in the Philistines Begin to Target Elyra

Elyra cries—a gentle cry, a pure cry of a baby. However, under the shadows of the Philistines, that voice splits the foundation of words, piercing through the layers of magic inscribed in ancient stone, and opening the seals of slumber that have been buried in the earth since the end of the Babylonian Age.

Within a radius of seven temple circles, ancient creatures that cannot die yet are barred from living begin to awaken from silence. They are neither gods nor demons. They are concepts of life trapped in limbo—like "abandoned loyalty," "a name never spoken," and "hopes that fell before their time."

And now... they all long for a part of Elyra.

Entity One: Almakhul, the Archive-Womb. Her form: An old woman, half fossil, with a body made up of piles of ancient books and bones intertwined with ancient parchment. Clearly etched on her forehead: "The 1001st Sentence of the Uncontinued Lineage."

Almakhul steps into the temple courtyard, her movements slow and touching the ground, allowing her frail body to drag itself across the cold stone surface.

"Grant me the right to record Elyra in the lineage of the world's magic, and I will protect her from the crueler entities that lurk in the shadows..."

"But if you take her right, then you will steal the soul that should belong to her," Fitran reveals with a deep, weighty voice, full of stirring emotion. "Allow her to breathe under your light, Almakhul, and do not let your shadow envelop her."

"With that," she says in a hoarse voice, "she will be recognized by the academy, by history, by the poets of the future who will tell her tale."

Fitran grips his sword tightly, his gaze sharp like the rays of the sunset piercing the darkness of night. "Perhaps, but isn't it more valuable if her history is written by herself? We, her protectors, will help her carve a story that will echo in every corner of the world."

"And lose her right to define herself?"

"Let her have her story, not just poetry written by others," Fitran retorts again, his voice soft yet firm, "Elyra's life is far deeper than all the writings you can bequeath."

Almakhul looks at them with a pitying expression. "What is wrong if that little creature is born with a destiny that has been prepared? This world does not accept those who have no place."

Beelzebub responds with a trembling yet strong tone: "We will create her place with love. Not the legacy of the system you offer."

Fitran gazes at Beelzebub with eyes full of determination. "Love is not a weakness," he says with a voice that trembles with conviction, "but a strength that can shape reality. Let love be the light that guides our steps."

Ink tears flow from Almakhul's eyes, then slowly she fades back into the library of the earth, the place where she originated.

Entity Two: Nehotep, the Stillborn King. His form is a giant baby with the face of an adult man; his body is half wrapped in a soft fetal shroud, while the other half appears magnificent with a shimmering Babylonian crown. He lies helpless, unable to stand—only able to crawl.

Around him, silence thickens. He does not speak, but as he appears, a mysterious death glyph forms in the sky, marking his presence. The glyph then announces with a resonating voice:

"Elyra will become the new incarnation of the silent kingdom. Let her lead the voiceless kingdom—we will make her a symbol of eternal birth that is silent."

Fitran steps forward with a powerful confidence, his aura of bravery seems to shake the sky above him. "Let Elyra's voice resonate," he cries with burning spirit. "We will not allow this birth to be trapped in silence."

The glyph envelops the temple with a deadly pressure. There is no clamor, no wind blowing, even the heartbeat seems to have stopped.

Elyra is silent in Beelzebub's embrace, trapped in a suffocating silence. Yet, from her eyes... tears fall, flowing gently like morning dew.

A cry in silence, nearly unheard—and the world around her begins to crack with unbearable tension.

Fitran boldly unsheathes Excalibur, pointing its tip to the sky, slicing through the air with shimmering magic. "The Last Light: The Voice That Will No Longer Be Silenced," he shouts, his voice warmed by a protective spirit that burns.

The glyph shatters in a brilliant blue cascade, and sound returns, filling the void that envelops them.

Nehotep groans with deep sorrow, then retreats back into the depths of the earth, returning to the myth silenced by fear.

Entity Three: Lilacien, The Dream Midwife. She is a young woman with shimmering glass wings, her eyes reflecting worlds yet to be born, as if capturing moments of wonder that have yet to come to fruition. She does not touch the ground—rather, she floats gracefully among the sea of dreams longed for by babies, preparing a gentle embrace for every soul that is to come.

Lilacien comes not to snatch away hope, but to offer a promise full of beauty:

"Let me be the dream bearer for Elyra. Let me write the most beautiful path of life, without suffering, without loss, without emptiness." Her soft voice trembles in the air, full of hope and longing for peace.

"I will not close her glyph. I will only lull her freedom, so she never feels the pain of this world." She gazes with a look full of sympathy, as if understanding all the sorrows that will come.

Beelzebub falls silent, considering every word spoken.

Fitran looks at the radiant woman, his voice firm yet gentle, "You want to protect my child from wounds. But that is the same as robbing her of life. Every wound is a valuable lesson that carves the journey of her soul." He speaks with full conviction, as if holding all the experiences that have shaped him.

Lilacien smiles sadly, as if feeling the weight of that choice. "Then she will cry. For her entire life." The gentle side of her struggles against the bitter reality that cannot be avoided.

Fitran adds, "Let her cry, if it means she truly lives. Every cry is a song of life that resonates, and I will always be by her side, listening and understanding." He holds hope in his heart, fully dedicated to guiding his child through the footprints of life.

Beelzebub holds Fitran's hand, merging in the immeasurable strength of love. "Let her cry. We will always be there for her when she is shaken by sorrow." They gaze at each other, creating a pact in a look full of strength. freёweɓnovel.com

Fitran looks at Beelzebub with deep conviction, "Love and security are the best protectors; let us instill strength from within her, so that when the world challenges her, she can rise and face all obstacles."

Lilacien smiles faintly, her smile like stars trembling in the darkness. Then, she departs, leaving behind dream grains that shatter into soft shining fragments in the air.

After the three entities retreat, the sky of the Philistines changes, revealing a new hue full of hope and tension.

A spiral of light slowly appears in the sky, symbolizing an unusual resurrection. Not an attack. Not magic. But a recognition that shakes the soul.

The world... can no longer reject Elyra, who has now become a symbol of hope for all.

Fitran, Beelzebub, and Elyra stand in the midst of the proud temple, the ruins around them now filled with light and sound, a sound that is melodious, not because of magic... but because a baby has been given the right to be named without anyone's permission, a right that should be inherited.

But Beelzebub softly says, her voice like a gentle sigh of the wind:

"If even the entities of the Philistines begin to sense Elyra's potential... Then soon... the nations of the world will begin to move, like an inevitable wave."

Fitran gazes at the sky, his eyes full of determination. "I will stand between the world and her name... Like a wall that will never crumble, becoming a sturdy shield."

With a soft voice that does not lose its firmness, Fitran adds, "In this journey, I am the shield that will deflect every threat, every fear that approaches. This child is a light that will not extinguish, illuminating the darkness that threatens."

Beelzebub nods, appearing impressed by Fitran's spirit. "You are changing the world's preconceptions, Fitran. However, you must remember, a loud light sometimes invites shadows that wander through the darkness."

Fitran gazes at Elyra with love, his eyes shining. "Shadows may follow us, but love is the strongest shield. Together, we will create a light that transcends darkness, becoming hope for the entire world."