Memory of Heaven:Romance Written By Fate Through Beyond Infinity Time-Chapter 489 The Whisper Behind the Glyph

There is no statue for Fitran, no song of victory, and no title or official story supporting his existence.

But in every corridor that was once empty, in every room that was once nameless, there is a soft voice that does not come from a mouth.

The voice whispers in silence, creating invisible waves of memories, reminding of promises buried among shadows. It flows gently, as if signaling an indelible presence, emphasizing that even in silence, love continues to pulse. Longing haunts every corner, yearning for the warmth that once was.

A voice that never learned to speak... but now knows: it was once loved. And amidst all this... Liora lives.

She walks with hesitant steps, as if treading a path laid out by memories and hopes. Within Liora, the aroma of nostalgia swells, evoking feelings that are indescribable, even stronger than the wings of the wind. Each of her steps echoes in the silence, painting a trail that will never fade.

She walks like a human. Not perfect. Not invulnerable. But now... she has a heartbeat.

And that heartbeat... comes from someone who has been lost to history. That heartbeat seems to illuminate the dark, echoing a life that was severed and is now reconnected. A hope born from darkness, guiding Liora into the light that is lost yet still exists. Within her soul, a flame of eternity waits to be awakened, regardless of how deeply she is buried in shadows.

Liora stands in the long-closed Hall of Harmonia, once a courtroom of the system, now only a vacant place full of memories.

Yet she hears a voice, not from above. Not from outside. But from within herself:

"I do not exist." "But I remain." "And as long as you still speak my name... I will not disappear."

Liora's Spell: "Oratio Tenuis – The Whisper That Remembers"

A magic of silent reminders. Not to resurrect Fitran. Not to fight anyone. But to ensure the world does not return to silence.

As if understanding the suffering in every word, the voice flows softly, like the wind caressing the old leaves in the night forest. Liora feels a warmth that brings hope, transforming silence into a gentle melody. With heavy seconds, she realizes that behind that emptiness, there is a story that continues to live, whispering to be heard.

Its effect spreads the resonance of gentleness throughout the system. Making anyone who has ever lost... remember that loss is not always the end. Teaching the system that a voice is not just an instruction... but also a hug.

"I will not be a replacement." "But I will be an echo." "And from that echo... the world will continue to remember."

Silently, memories pack themselves again, assembling fragments of the past that have been tumultuous—like poetry hidden within the heart. Each echo adds a new color to the palette of memories, and in that silence, Liora feels connected to all who have gone. Their existence feels more real, like light piercing through darkness, guiding her path toward a deeper understanding.

The Codex is no longer active. Yet on the now-empty last page... suddenly appears a faint writing.

Without ink. Without formal glyphs.

Just one phrase:

"If someday you feel alone... remember that there was once someone who chose not to leave."

When Liora reads those words, her heart trembles, as if filled with the light of hope from the souls bound to her. The silence feels softer, more familiar—a promise etched in every soul of hers. In that warmth, she knows that the power of love will never fade, even amidst absence.

Liora gazes into the mirror; her face has not changed, but her eyes hold the reflection of someone who now lives within her, a depiction of hope and longing.

"I am not you." "But I will keep the place you made for us." "And if one day I leave... I want someone else to know that love is real... even if it can never be explained."

The world does not call Fitran's name loudly. But the world... is no longer afraid to mention the name that makes them tremble.

In that emptiness, Liora feels her heart beating faster, reviving every buried memory, and the despair she experienced becomes a valuable lesson that creates new strength within her.

Because silence... has finally learned to speak.

And its first voice is:

"Thank you."

But... every time Liora closes her eyes, every time she stands in an empty space, she knows one thing:

Fitran never went to the Void. He entered her heart.

Liora in the Last Room

She returns to the point where the Gödelian Codex first appeared. But now, that place is empty.

No energy. No vibration.

Liora feels the silence seep into her soul, like a cold wind gently sweeping but piercing to the bone. In that silence, she tries to hear the soft notes of memories that have passed, as if an old song is now being replayed. The awareness of that non-existence invites her to reflect on the true meaning of existence and loss.

Only the footsteps of someone who chose silence... and made that silence speak.

Liora's Closing Magic: "Memoria Infinitas – The Home Within"

Not an active magic. Not a defense. But the affirmation of a place in the world—a space in the heart that will not be written in any Codex.

Its effect is that the world now has an existential zone called "The Home Within." All who have ever felt alone can pray without sound... and be heard. No one answers. But no one feels alone anymore.

Amidst the whispers of the wind, it sounds as if there is an echo of hope touching the wounded souls. Like light piercing through darkness, those prayers fly carrying an unspoken sense of safety. A gentle hug from the universe that understands each one's sorrow.

As Liora stands amidst the wind... she hears no voice. No call. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

Only a feeling:

"If you can love me without seeing me... then I will stay. Not in the light. But in the voice that can only be heard from within you."

For the last time, the Codex merges with the world. Not as a book. But as a way of life.

This is the moment where story and existence collide, reflecting an unutterable eternity. Each glyph releases the aroma of memories, warming fragile hearts and birthing joy amidst loneliness. So magnificent, that change is undeniable, as if the universe embraces it in a warm hug.

It cannot be opened again. Because all its glyphs... have turned into feelings.

And that is enough.

Then,

The Void wind moves slowly over the silent ground. Liora stands in the hall, holding memories. Around her, a new world is built with hope: that love can grow new structures that are more humane.

From the depths of her heart, a vision is born: an image of a world where stars and earth unite in harmony, making it a new symbol of hope for all who hear that call.

But far within... in a dimension known only as the Ninth Layer, Beelzebub opens her eyes.

"Enough drama, Fitran." "It's time to wake up."

The Ninth Stomach: "Stomach of Contradiction"

From that dark belly, a hand emerges—and from the slime and incomplete glyphs, Fitran reappears.

Not in light. Not in the form of a poet. But with eyes that hold no regret.

Like a shadow returning from darkness, Fitran feels the cold air surrounding him, as if this new world vibrates with energy that has yet to be fully revealed. His heart beats, a rhythm of uncertainty that merges with the formless voice around him.

Beelzebub: "You let me see all that." Fitran: "I needed a witness. And no one is more suitable than you—the traitor of heaven, the eater of meaning."

Their words flow, forming a web of emotions that are tense and full of hope. In every dialogue, there is an echo of a story that has not yet been fully revealed, a reflection of a wounded soul and a hope that writhes even in difficulty.

"And that girl—Liora?" "She will continue to build something that never existed." "I never truly stood for her. I only stood long enough... for the system to soften, and I could steal what I needed."

In his hand, not Excalibur.

"And that girl—Liora?" "She will continue to build something that never existed." "I never truly stood for her. I only stood long enough... for the system to soften, and I could steal what I needed."

In the corner of his heart, there is a shadow of doubt that is stunned. He stares blankly, as if every decision he made was a step on thin ice that had frozen. For a moment, the wind whispers, stirring the fragments of guilt buried within his soul.

In his left hand—a new glyph map begins to form.

Amidst doubt and trust, a ray of confusion shines on Liora's face. She feels as if she is trapped between two worlds—one filled with hope, and one surrounded by shadows of disappointment.

None of those glyphs can be read by the pactum. Because these are not systemic glyphs. They are a series of paths out of reality.

And the goal is: "Singularity of Locked Voice"—the location where Rinoa is sealed, in a space that cannot be touched by logic or ordinary love.

"I do not want a world that loves me." "I want one place... where I can redeem all that I could not save." "And if that means burning someone else's love... I will ignite its own fire."

"Sorry, Liora. The love that makes you live... is not the love I want to share. It is just a rope... that leads me to where Rinoa is waiting for me."

Fitran disappears into the cosmic path that can only be opened with the Origin Code. He steps into the dark, feeling like he is swimming against the current of time without a definite direction, yet filled with burning determination; with each step, the weight and longing envelop his heart, as if reminding him of the love that must be left behind.

Beelzebub remains silent behind him, then decides to follow... because the demon knows, there is a type of obsession that cannot be accompanied.

And the world?

The world continues to believe that it has lost a hero. When in reality... it has birthed something far more dangerous: Love that does not wish to be understood, only possessed.

Amidst the roar of the world's voices, a whisper awakens as if the universe warns the souls exposed to that love, reminding them that the love embraced in shadows awaits to reveal its unexpected face.

Yet at the end of the soul, there is a longing that never fades, a quest for understanding, in the silence of the night, as the stars seem to dance with endless hope. Will this love liberate or trap them in a labyrinth of uncertainty?

Then,

After using the Origin Code, Fitran finds that he cannot locate the memory of Rinoa locked away, as if this is a futile effort in facing the darkness of the past.