Memory of Heaven:Romance Written By Fate Through Beyond Infinity Time-Chapter 381 The First Fractured Era Echoes of Joanna’s Spiral

Chapter 381 - 381 The First Fractured Era Echoes of Joanna’s Spiral

One Hundred Years After the Spiral War

The sky is no longer purely blue. Time is no longer purely linear. Reality is no longer singular.

The world that was once whole is now divided into three layers of existence:

The Surface Realms — a domain striving to maintain order.

Yet, amidst the chaos left by the Spiral War, hidden glyph trails wander, guiding those brave enough to seek them. In the shadows, many recite ancient incantations, hoping to access the power that once flowed freely but is now trapped within layers of time.

The Echoing Vale — a place where the voices of the past intersect with the possibilities of the future.

Here, whispers of lost souls resonate, demanding that their stories be heard. Among the trees rustling in the wind, truth seekers strive to gather fragments of memories about Joanna, often in the form of illusions—a noble face or a fleeting glowing glyph. They understand that to unveil the future, they must navigate the shattered perfection of those remnants.

The Hollow Spiral — the boundary of unchosen will; the place where Joanna's glyph was first implanted into reality.

Where time and space merge with desire, many find themselves in awe. Only those with keen instincts can sense that this place brims with potential, pouring forth both hope and fear. Here, the dormant glyphs may reveal profound truths, should courage guide them to delve deeper.

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But her legacy lives on everywhere.

In various regions, the name Joanna has become a contradictory symbol.

To the north: "The Weaver of the Spiral," who frees humanity from a blind fate.

People gaze up at the dark sky, hoping the threads of order can be rewoven. They believe that within every color that carries hope lies a trace of glyphs waiting to be awakened.

To the west: "The Second Chronos," harbinger of destruction and the world's fracture.

Many long for the tranquility of the past, while some among them strive to adapt to change. In moments of silence, echoes of the past occasionally emerge, whispering sorrow and a yearning to alter predestined fates.

To the east: "Mother of the New Reality," harboring the glyphs of resurrection.

Amidst this resurgence, the monks now engage in rituals to unify their fragmented powers. They believe that each glyph carries the potential to forge a new, better world, one filled with hope and possibility. However, beneath the surface of these rituals lies a whisper of doubt regarding their right to manipulate forces that have transformed everything.

To the south, none dare speak its name—its land remains frozen, and time does not flow there.

The consequences of this silence resonate within the weakening souls. In the eternal stillness, it becomes evident how a single force can both create and destroy. Anyone who ventures there will become ensnared in haunting rituals, where the bio-arc of glyphs signals severed choices—a reminder never to underestimate the power that is Untouchable.

Kaer Aristeia

– Built on the ruins of Spiral Joanna.

– Its citizens learn to live in fluctuating time.

– Children are born with the ability of Mosaic Memory—memories of life paths they have yet to choose.

– In a space unbound by time, they often hear whispers from the future. "We are the conquerors of time," they tell one another, reminding themselves of the burdens they bear and the destinies yet to unfold.

Pleroma Sanctum

– Founded by the survivors of Arkanum.

– They attempt to reorder the laws of magic with Fragment Glyph Anake.

– However, some begin to believe that the laws of Joanna are the only path to enlightenment.

– "Are we merely shadows of what has passed?" one elder sorcerer asks as he watches the sunset; its light dances upon the glyphs etched in their land, as if reminding them of the lost powers that once made the world tremble.

Fractus Dei

– An extremist religious faction that proclaims Joanna to be the devil of time.

– They hunt all users of Spiral.

– In the midst of a fractured world, they seek to restore the supremacy of Stones.

– During a dark night raid, as shadows danced among the ruins, their leader whispered, "We are not just hunting those who wield Spiral; we are hunting the hope hidden within shattered memories—a map leading to new light unfolding in the darkness." He raised his sword made of stone fragments, ready to strike what remains of the chaos.

Only Theia remains, occasionally appearing in the darkness, like a dim moonbeam, hinting at something deeper. She is the last hope among the ruins, the keeper of forgotten tales and the voices guiding seekers to delve into mysteries that have never been fully unraveled.

Fractus Dei

– An extremist religious faction that claims Joanna is the devil of time.

– They hunt all Spiral users.

– In the midst of a fractured world, they seek to restore the supremacy of the Stones.

Amid the ruins left by the Spiral War, invisible voices wander, signaling an unending battle between faith and doubt.

Some survivors report hearing whispers that lead to hidden paths toward greater power—a power capable of destruction and regeneration, much like the very Glyphs that have been shattered.

Only Theia remains, sometimes appearing as a soft light in the midst of the shattered realm of time.

Known to children as "The Flame That Whispers Choices".

"If you don't know which path to choose, let your heart decide and I will guard it," it whispers.

Yet, the voice is like the night wind; mournful, filled with hope and fear, reminding us of the countless choices that hang at our fingertips.

The market can last for three days in just an hour.

It seems as though time is nothing more than an illusion, a place where transactions occur without limits, and everything is traded: from ancient knowledge to gleaming gold, to countless hopes.

Some villages exist in a 'time gap', where aging only occurs when one makes significant decisions.

In these places, life feels like a dangerous game, where every step is taken with a deep consideration of the consequences that may lurk around the corner.

Some people cannot die unless they release all their regrets.

Reality is no longer a place of stasis,

but a garden full of knots that grow and intertwine with one another. Amidst the cracks of time, the presence of the hindered Glyph alters societal mindsets. Those born as Spiral Children navigate it carefully, not wanting to be trapped in a perilous illusion.

As time progresses, a new generation is born.

They are called Spiral Children. In their journey, every step resonates with the hidden voices of their hearts, echoes of a history they wish to mend. However, along the way, many find that regret is not a burden, but rather a valuable lesson that cannot simply be erased.

They possess eyes adorned with blue and gold spirals. This signifies the power hidden within their souls, as if they can see beyond mere appearances. Each child is a Glyph, holding mysteries waiting to be unveiled. Within the depths of their eyes lies a light that harbors clues of the past, with unexpected adventures on the horizon.

They can hear the "echoes" of their futures. "Every echo is a choice," said one of the ancient guides leading them. "Listen closely, for only the sincere can distinguish the voice of truth from deceit." That voice guides them not only in transforming themselves but also in shaping the entire path they traverse. They are entrusted with understanding that every decision, no matter how trivial it may seem, holds the potential to mold a greater destiny.

Some among them can even re-edit the past decisions of others. However, this is not without consequences. Altering history is akin to pulling the threads that weave the fabric of the world. Each action sends ripples that can either shatter or ignite hope. In their minds, a question emerges: "Should one increase the burden of responsibility or relinquish fragments that should remain whole?"

They are hunted, sanctified, and deified depending on where they were born. In regions that understand the Spiral with wisdom, they are honored; meanwhile, in other places, they are regarded as a threat. This reality illustrates the stark differences in perspectives on what it means to be the Children of the Spiral. In the shadows, fear grows, as if they hold the key to uncovering deeper secrets or, conversely, the potential to destroy entire ecosystems through their mistakes.

There is no grave for Joanna. No records of her death can be found. Only a single poem was discovered etched within ruins: "Those who cannot die live two lives at once." This implies that in a world dominated by the Spiral, their existence is intertwined with the bitterness of regret and the promise of change, creating a complex genealogy between heaven and hell, sorrow and liberation.

"If this world is too harsh for love, then let time be the one to embrace it again. I do not shape the law. I merely wish for choices to cease suffering."

Amidst the ever-changing landscape, a small child walks along a singing field.

He saw a tree grow before retreating back into a seed. He watched a butterfly fly backward and then continue its life as usual.

Yet, amidst the magical dance of nature, something else emerged—a wave of light gently vibrating, illuminating the dim starlight in the sky. It was like a whispering glyph echoing in his ear, carrying a message from a hidden world.

Then...

he noticed a woman standing in the distance.

Golden hair. Spiral robe. Blue-golden symbol. Joanna's face.

The woman smiled and said:

"Do not fear time. Destiny will not harm you, as long as you choose honestly."

Behind her, the shadows of the past enveloped like a thick fog, reminiscent of the Spiral War—a conflict that separated the threads of love and truth. Everything intertwined with sincerity now hovered on the brink of emptiness, waiting to be restored.

Joanna may have vanished. But the Spiral she wove... lives. Breathes. Influences. Awaiting the coming generations... to choose not for the world, but for one another.

Every choice made now is not merely a decision but a ritual of connection between souls intertwined, bound by the Glyph and the magical powers they inherit.

Since the Spiral War, this world has not only transformed but has also unveiled hidden forces deep within its essence, whispering hope and fear in one breath.

And from afar, the world murmurs once more about change, about will, and the love that refuses to die.

As night approaches, the scent of agarwood and the stars pierce the silence. The child finds himself caught in a tapestry of time, as if he has become part of a larger narrative, a symphony predetermined for thousands of years. From every corner of the valley he traverses, soft melodies call forth adventure—reminding that love, even when wounded, will forever blaze, igniting within. From shadows, from traces, from the eternity that awaits.