Memory of Heaven:Romance Written By Fate Through Beyond Infinity Time-Chapter 388 The Codex of Worlds Revelation to the Golden Witch

Chapter 388 - 388 The Codex of Worlds Revelation to the Golden Witch

Location: Between the Unwoven Spirals

Time: Countless. Between pulse and silence

Joanna's footsteps echoed softly on the nameless streets, creating a magical resonance in the empty space around her. The ground she walked upon was not earth, but strands of intertwining time—thin threads shimmering in golden and blue hues, as if reflecting light from an unseen realm. Each of her steps resembled the ticking of a clock, dancing in the infinite play of light, forming a mosaic of time and space in an unspoken harmony that felt surreal.

She walked in silence, yet with each step, she gently rearranged hidden pathways. Every breath she took seemed to recalibrate the pulse of reality, creating a new rhythm amidst the quiet.

In this stillness, time listened and observed; secrets of history whispered into the ear of the universe, while light seemed to choose to linger in every corner, recounting stories buried within unexpected whirlpools, waiting to be uncovered.

She is the Guardian of the Spiral. The Golden Sorceress. Witch of Time.

From the gentle and mysterious void, a voice flowed quietly: not sudden, not loud. It was simply present... like a soft whisper from a time that never existed, as if carrying a message from another dimension.

"Joanna," the voice whispered softly, breaking the silence that enveloped her surroundings.

Beta appeared from the left side—seemingly having just emerged from the very fabric of reality itself, with an aura that framed his stunning presence.

His face was as usual: neither old nor young, reflecting a time unbound by norms. His cloak was made of fragments of choices unmade, revealing countless details of missed destinies. In his eyes, a silvery-blue flash sparkled, as if gazing at all possibilities at once, like galaxies drowned in a single gaze.

"It is time for you to know... why this world is divided. And why you must keep moving forward, even when the world has forgotten you."

Beta raised his hand. Instantly, the sky opened up, revealing not a starry expanse, but rather rolls of radiant light softly glowing, like the pages of an unwritten book gently floating, turning one by one with mesmerizing grace.

"This is the Codex of Worlds, Joanna. A book of worlds, not penned by human hands, but authored by consequences."

Each scroll carries a subtle aroma of broken dreams and shattered desires, as if every word holds buried hopes, waiting to be awakened once more. In a flash of time, Beta stood as a bridge connecting all choices, exploring possibilities that might exist and those that may never come to be. The sky hanging above them appeared like an unanswered tapestry of time, awaiting gentle unraveling by the fingers of Joanna, the Golden Sorceress, skilled in navigating the threads between fate and choice.

❖ ALPHA — The Realm of Intellect and Will

The first scroll sparkled with a brilliance that ignited the imagination.

There, familiar figures appeared: Fitran, Rinoa, Iris, and Sheena.

"The Alpha world stands as the nexus of will and reason, guiding every being in their pursuit of destiny. Here, human choices carve their own impacts, mapping destinies across two realms: Gaia and Earth, with the Pactum and Voidwright serving as decisive pillars. Even as an imperfect reflection of divine memory, Gamma grows from wounds that impart profound meanings of life.

Joanna watched Fitran standing firm on the battlefield, Excalibur gleaming in his hand, ready to confront whatever lay ahead. She saw Rinoa gazing at the sky with a melancholic expression, clenching a shattered heart that symbolized her pain. Meanwhile, Iris embraced the silence of the ruined palace, a mute witness to the emptiness surrounding them.

"Alpha teaches us that will can defy fate; yet, at times, it is misused, leading us down unpredictable paths."

Time flows like a winding river, every choice resonating in harmony between the waves of hope and the shadows of regret. In the cacophony of voices on the battlefield, Joanna feels the breath of the universe guiding her; with each decision made, fate is etched, dancing to the rhythm of will and dreams. This is a world where darkness and light merge, crafting an inevitable symphony of destiny that echoes with each passing second.

❖ OMEGA — The Buried Mythos

The second scroll opens, revealing terrifying darkness yet filled with a cynical light. Within that gloom, grand figures like Zeus, Hades, Asgard, Titans, and Chronos swirl in an eternal vortex, creating a breathtaking and ominous dance.

"Omega is the root of history that has been rejected and forgotten. There, the gods do not offer choices; they establish it as the only path available for humanity, which in this case, becomes a silent tool in a larger scheme."

Time is a chain that shackles, pushing individuals to struggle against the will imposed before them.

Joanna saw Sheena kneeling in the barren ground, surrounded by an almost suffocating darkness. The black sun shone above her, casting an unnatural hue, as if the world had been turned upside down. She witnessed Jeanne and young Joanna fleeing from the war of the Gods; their bodies trembling with fear and hope.

"Omega is a world before questions. A place where will is buried. A place where Sheena is forced to choose between blood and promise."

In the profound darkness, the world of Omega resembles a labyrinth ensnared in time, reminiscent of ancient roots creeping underground, holding untold secrets. Every corner of that place harbors unparalleled sorrow, where the echoes of the gods resonate, as if shouting mysteries waiting to be unraveled, revealing how fragile fate is when manipulated by greater forces.

❖ BETA — Spiral Dimension

The third scroll opens not with light, but with gentle whispers that entice.

In an instant, the entire space shifted, as if the fabric of time was ensnared in an invisible web. Glimmering threads coiled around Joanna, weaving colors that danced softly in the night. She saw faces she did not know—yet they felt strangely familiar, like memories buried deep within her soul. These were people who should not exist. Or once existed, but were erased from the tale that was meant to unfold.

"Beta is not a world. Rather, it is the space between choices. Here lies the fate that never came to be, safeguarded from rotting into a curse."

Inside Beta, time does not flow; it is enveloped in a silence that cloaks like a fine mist. Every decision is trapped within shimmering grains of dust, as if narrating an untold story, while shadows of the past dance gracefully in the beauty of evoking uncertainty.

"You have been resurrected here, Joanna. After you shattered the Spiral of War. After you chose wounds over perfection."

"You are neither part of Alpha, nor of Omega. You are the light that grows from Beta, the unwritten heir to the destiny woven in the fabric of isolation."

Beta raised its hand, and suddenly, three mesmerizing lines appeared in the air:

Alpha: bright blue, bold yet branching, embodying unexpected strength.

However, in the realm of Alpha, the roar of battle echoed like a never-ending sorrowful song. It was as if every choice made possessed the power to fracture the flow of time, shake the forces that were meant to be held back, and challenge destiny with unimaginable courage.

Omega: deep red, straight and undulating like sharp thorns ready to strike.

Within Omega, the aura of anger and sadness merged into an unbroken current, as if the sounds of groans and screams pierced the boundaries of space and time. They reminded that every step toward power required sacrifice—a curse bound within the long silence of night.

Beta: thin gold, splitting and intertwining into a delicate tapestry that soothes the soul.

Beta is like an unyielding warm embrace, challenging the tyranny of darkness and loneliness. In the intricate weave of shimmering threads and spells, Joanna discovered unexpected strength, realizing that destiny is not merely shaped by the wheel of time, but by the choices and consequences that weave her own story with resilience.

"Alpha believes in the struggle between will and fate."

"Omega believes in the power over time."

"But Beta... merely ensures that the world does not lose the significance of choice."

"That is why you are called the Witch of Time.

"Because time is not just about the clock. It is about the space to choose and accepting the consequences without being trapped in control."

Beta paused for a moment, giving room for deep thought, allowing each word to resonate in the silence.

Yet, the fourth scroll revealed itself, like a long-hidden secret waiting for the right moment to be uncovered. Its colors were black... and white. Empty... and full. Silent... and vocal, creating a contrast that stirred feelings deep within the souls of every living being.

"This is a world that has not yet emerged, yet is already prepared. The Zeta world, a twin of Alpha, where Fitran's will fades and their child, Aurelia Fateiris, walks in darkness and nameless unrest."

"This world will rise one day. And you, Joanna... will be called again."

He absorbed everything carefully. His face may not have shown surprise, but his eyes glistened, reflecting a depth of feeling and unexpected hope.

"Beta...

If this entire world hurts each other, then why should it be preserved?"

With a gentle smile, Beta replied,

"Because in every world, there will always be one person... who chooses honestly."

"That is the reason Beta remains alive. And that is the reason Golden Witch must continue to exist."

Joanna stood at the intersection of three worlds, her hands gripping the new golden thread that shimmered with soft light. Around her, time seemed to fold, with each second carving its own destiny, creating a beautiful tapestry of interconnected choices and consequences, like a delicate web woven between dimensions and untold stories.

She gazed deeply into the cracks of the world, seeing faces yet to be born and names yet to be spoken, all envisioned in color and light, vibrating with possibility. Unmade choices hung in the air, filled with promise and uncertainty.

"I will protect them, not to be deemed correct, but so they can choose, even if it's the wrong choice."

Beta bowed her head and then disappeared into the softly glowing beam of light. Surrounding the path, the sparkle of morning dew shimmered, creating an illusion of fallen stars gracefully dancing in the air. Joanna stood still, an elegant time-wizard, not altering the past but paving the way for a future filled with hope. The whisper of the wind carried the abandoned stories, as if each breath of air held hopes trapped in time, waiting to be revealed.