Memory of Heaven:Romance Written By Fate Through Beyond Infinity Time-Chapter 399 Broken Time, Awakened Soul

Time shattered like glass falling on metal. Each second transformed into a shadow, and every shadow whispered of deaths that never came to pass. At the center of destruction, Rui's body burned from her own forbidden technique. Her breath came in ragged gasps, but those eyes—eyes that refused to yield—still gazed upwards.

A sense of pressure wrapped around her soul, as if the burden of the world sought to crush her like a fierce wind tossing dry leaves. Through her blurred vision, pain symbolized the rekindling of her resolve; this was the moment to hold onto hope, even as the world trembled on the brink of despair. Could she change the seemingly predetermined fate, or would she become trapped in a cycle of dark destiny?

Above, the first fragment of Chronos—a formless embodiment of will—floats, its toxic strands of time spreading in all directions, erasing colors and names from the surrounding world.

Chronos does not speak. It does not need to. Every second of its presence is a command to destroy.

In the stillness enveloping that moment, Rui seems to hear the legendary whispers of ancient warriors teaching her about the latent power within herself. They appear to give her the courage amidst the chaos of time, their voices reminding her that hope can still be yearned for, even in the shadow of emptiness.

And he continues to attack.

"Chrono Plague: Stream of Forgotten Births"

One swing of Chronos's nameless hand sent forth a wave of magic in the form of time chains that constricted reality. The earth, the air, and even memories of taste began to dissolve. Joanna screamed as she saw part of the sky transform into an echo of Jeanne's tongue—frozen, silent, much like in her final moments.

All colors faded away, taking with them the remaining hope. Rui felt his heart tremble as Jeanne's face flashed in his mind, a reminder that he was not alone in his struggle. That beautiful memory now became a fire fueling his fighting spirit; he was fighting not just for himself, but also for all that had gone, including those who had once loved him sincerely.

Rui raised her hand, despite some of her bones being fractured, and activated the fourth forbidden cultivation technique:

「裂界引魂・三重碎天步」

Liè Jiè Yǐn Hún — Sān Chóng Suì Tiān Bù

(Dimension Breaker Soul Puller — Three Steps to Shatter the Heavens)

With the first step, he appeared behind Chronos.

With the second step, he cleaved through the strands of time, severing the remaining structure of the creature's soul.

With the third step, his own body was on the verge of exploding from the burden of the technique. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

Rui's body was burning from within. Yet, as the biting pain crept through her, her resolve grew stronger. In the midst of panic, she felt a surge of energy merging with every thrust of her soul, illuminating the path for the shining sword. However, her sword—the Soul Light Spiral—was embedded deep into Chronos's body, and the time surrounding them groaned in protest.

Meanwhile, Joanna stood frozen. Amidst the temporal devastation, she was paralyzed. Tears streamed down her cheeks, her heart battling between hope and despair. Her hands trembled, but it was not out of fear.

It was due to guilt.

Suddenly, everything fell silent.

All sounds vanished.

And from behind the glow of the shattered clock, Jeanne emerged.

She looked neither old nor burned. Instead, she appeared just as she did in the past, when she would comb Joanna's hair while telling tales of time. With each passing second, Joanna felt as if time itself had stopped, allowing her fondest memories to rise to the surface once more.

Joanna froze.

"Jeanne...?"

Jeanne gazed at her gently, wearing a white dress she had never donned in life. The light surrounding Jeanne seemed to warm the frozen space around them, reinforcing the bond they had lost.

"I was never mad at you, Joanna," she spoke softly. "Even when my skin melted. Even when they looked at me, thinking I was you."

Joanna fell to her knees.

"I'm the cause of all this. Black Sun, the destruction of Omega, Rui getting hurt... it's all because I wasn't strong enough to—"

"No," Jeanne interjected, gently touching her forehead. "All of this happened because you're too strong to allow yourself to love."

Joanna cried, feeling the warmth of a love that never faded, even though separated by death. Each teardrop seemed to unravel the burden in her heart, as memories of countless moments together flashed back, shining in her mind like stars fading before dawn.

"Why are you here now?"

Jeanne smiled.

"Because my little sister has been trying too long to atone for sins she shouldn't have to bear alone."

Jeanne held Joanna's hand, and a glowing seal appeared in her palm.

In the palpable tension, Joanna felt the warmth of the seal flowing through her, as if rays of hope were filling every corner of her wounded heart, breaking through the walls of sorrow that encased her soul. Between them, magical energy vibrated, creating a current that caused the hair on Joanna's arms to stand on end, awakening the dormant confidence within her.

"Chronos is a wound. But a wound can be treated or killed."

"I've paid the price for my choice. But you, Joanna... you still have a future."

Joanna's thoughts conjured images of a bright future, even as fear lurked nearby. She knew that the burdens she had to bear would not simply dissolve, but something greater than herself was waiting to be born.

"If you want to save Rui... then use my power. Just once. The last time."

Joanna lifted her face. Golden light flowed from Jeanne's hands into her body. With each passing second, Joanna felt that power strengthen her spirit, binding her to see you again after this?"

"Will I never be able to see you again after this?"

Jeanne shook her head slowly.

"Every moment you live in goodness... is where I will dwell."

Light erupted from Joanna's body as she rose. Wings of time emerged on her back, no longer just black and white, but also golden—the color of memories and forgiveness. With each heartbeat, Joanna felt the weight of her past lifted, as if she were weaving together every wound that had ever marked her life. In that light, she transformed into not just a warrior, but also a symbol of hope for the entire world that was broken, inspiring them to rise together.

Rui, staggering with the remnants of her breath, watched Joanna standing in the light of Jeanne. It was as if she saw the silhouette of the future—a symbol of resurrection and sacrifice, radiating an unwavering spirit even in the face of destruction. The atmosphere around them was charged with an air of tension, as if nature itself was bearing witness to their battle that would determine fate.

"Joanna..." Joanna smiled. "I remember why I fight. Not to punish this world, but so that no one else has to burn alone, feeling profound sadness without hope of rising again." The resonance of her words echoed in the void, uniting all souls separated by grief. Each letter became a mantra, channeling the strength of the warriors fighting for a new future, even as they were divided by time and space.

However, Joanna moved first.

"Harmonic Spiral: Bell of Reconciliation."

The chime sounded—like the final bell before time collapsed.

Rui raised his final technique as well, his voice hoarse:

「燃魂傾界・萬劫無形」

Rán Hún Qīng Jiè — Wàn Jié Wú Xíng

(Burning Soul of Reality Tilt — Eternal Emptiness)

In that moment, the air was taut, seemingly surrounded by energy bubbles, each particle vibrating with a gripping tension. They all felt the tremor from the clash of powers, as if the fate of the world hinged on a crucial decision about to be made, culminating in a confrontation that would determine the future.

Two lights collided with Chronos' will.

Fire and light clashed, creating shockwaves that shook the very walls of reality. Whispers of the past and shadows of the future circled around them, as if reminding every soul involved in this battle of the cost of the power they unleashed, commensurate with the sacrifices they must pay for resurrection.

As everything exploded, the Omega world turned pale.

The Black Sun faded momentarily.

And from the center of that maelstrom... the true form of Chronos emerged—no longer as a fragment, but as a god who had lost his name and demanded retribution for the neglect of time.

With a sharp and intense gaze, Chronos stepped forward, an aura enveloping him that revealed unimaginable power. He signaled a promise of inevitable vengeance—a roar birthed from the depths of eternal emptiness, as if time itself was determined to punish every transgression ever committed.

At last, time raised its sword.