Memory of Heaven:Romance Written By Fate Through Beyond Infinity Time-Chapter 407 Final Light — Joanna’s Ultimate Magic

After a long battle against Chronos and the betrayal of the Titans, the land of this world now lies cracked under the weight of a history that gnaws at the very foundation of reality. Time's pillars have crumbled like towers devoid of support, a symbol of the chaos that has persisted for thousands of years. The partially open gates of Erebos emanate a dark aura, within which the shadows of erased will writhe, attempting to seep through. Amidst the tremors of time, the echoes of remaining fates guide the abandoned souls, as if calling them back to their lost purpose. Each passing second feels like a thousand frozen memories, flowing in an invisible current that weaves the fabric of destiny, enveloping every facet of this fragile reality.

Amidst this turmoil stands Joanna, her body weak, one wing lost, and blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, revealing the dire cost of her struggle. The painful remnants of her battle linger like thorns embedded in her soul, bringing forth a profound sense of sorrow. Yet, her eyes still shine with a flicker of hope that refuses to extinguish, daring to challenge the darkness threatening to consume her entirely with unwavering sacrifice.

From a distance, Chronos, who had been thrown back, rises again from the hole in time. He reminds himself of the powers and failures he has endured. His body now resembles an ancient clock tower wrapped in chains of memory, each link holding tales of darkness. In every gaze, there are flashes of events deeply etched in the collective memory; whispers from the past traverse his thoughts—betrayals, longings, hopes that are hard to forget. With each step, historical names peel away from reality, ringing like bells echoing in the void, reminding of the tragedy sung by time itself.

"You have burned Omega. Now you wish to burn me as well, Joanna?" hisses Chronos.

Joanna looked down, a bittersweet smile forming on her lips, as if pierced by shards of memory from the shattered world.

"It's not about burning..."

"...I wish to illuminate."

Her body trembled, not only from the fear that enveloped her but also from the hidden hope nestled deep within her heart. In her mind, she could hear Jeanne's voice—soft and near, like a breeze brushing against the wings of a butterfly in the dark night.

"Joanna. You know what you must do. But you also understand the cost, a price that might demand more than mere sacrifice."

"If you ignite that flame... then you will leave everything you know."

Joanna looked towards Rui—her head bowed, breath held, her hands still clutching the wound on her body. Within the depths of her heart, Joanna felt a strong tug; as if from the darkness, sweet and bitter memories floated in her mind. She was trapped in a longing for a lost existence.

"If I must disappear for him to live... then I will be the flame that cannot be extinguished, even if I am no longer here," she said with a trembling voice, as if offering a sacrifice, a pact with herself.

Jeanne was silent for a moment, observing Joanna's inner struggle. In an instant, visions of the future crept into their minds like fog enveloping a valley. Then, she smiled inwardly, hoping that Joanna would find her way—though the light that would ignite might have to burn her own soul.

"Then... let us ignite the sky for the last time."

Joanna floated gently, supported by only one wing. A heavy gaze weighed upon her, as if the entire world rested at the tip of her partially shattered feathers. Around her, shards of time began to gather like lost puzzle pieces, forming a spiral magic circle of seven shimmering layers, a reminder of all the sacrifices that had been made. A soft magical vibration coursed through her, bringing back memories of the beautiful moments that had passed, when the light of hope flowed abundantly with every breath she took.

Each layer represented a sacrifice:

1. The loss of Jeanne

2. The suffering of Rui

3. The fall of Omega

4. Time's Betrayal

5. Michael's Light

6. The Wounds of His Own Choosing

With each sacrifice, the whispers from the universe stirred unforgettable memories, creating a profound resonance. Each recollection danced in her mind, oscillating between hope and sorrow, crafting an eternal symphony that demanded her presence. The imprints of those she loved filled the space around her, as if compelling her to acknowledge that this path was fraught with inevitable consequences, and every step unfolded within a unique timeframe.

Redemptive Love

He raised his hand, and from his chest emerged a heavenly clock—not to measure time, but to fully end a timeline.

"Ultimate Spiral Invocation — Lux Caelestis: Canticle of Revers...

Redemptive Love

She raised his hand, and from his chest emerged a heavenly clock—not to measure time, but to fully end a timeline.

Amid the halted beats, his heart resonated with a profound longing. She recalled the fabricated smile he always wore, a mask of happiness concealing the depth of his wounds. A bitter taste enveloped this sacrifice; in this moment, she was not only struggling against time, but also battling the shadows of his past that continued to haunt him, each memory feeling like a dagger piercing through, reminding him of all she had lost.

"Ultimate Spiral Invocation — Lux Caelestis: Canticle of Reversal Flame"

(Song of the Celestial Redemption Flame)

Light flooded the sky. Yet, this was no ordinary light—it formed profound verses, as if pages of a sacred book descended from heaven, singing the names long forgotten. Along this illumination, the screams of souls trapped in time were starkly unveiled, filling the gaps between the sacred notes resounding, awakening all to the hope lying beneath every suppressed sorrow. The flames that emerged were not meant to burn, but to restore meaning to every name once erased by Chronos, an effort to re-establish the lost balance.

In that moment, the whispering wind seemed to beckon, inviting forth fractured memories of pain. She could feel unseen hands reaching out to her, calling her back to a realm where love was meant to be eternal—a world where time did not erode happiness. The clouds transformed into radiant poetry.

The wind flowed like a verse from the book of creation. Its gentle breath carried ancient whispers, as if reminding the remaining souls of the synergy between threats and hope in the Omega universe.

The cracked earth merged into an altar of redemption. From every fissure, shimmering shrubs sprang forth, radiating a soft light like jewels, symbolizing that even in fracture, life continues to fight for resurgence.

One by one, memories that had been snatched away by Chronos began to return: the face of her mother, Jeanne's voice, Rui's little laughter, and even the songs of the Omega sky. Each memory wove a web of nostalgia, retying the sense of loss that had scattered across time and space. "God, let me remember," Joanna thought, as tears streamed down her face, blurring her vision.

Chronos screamed:

"NO! TIME MUST NOT BE TURNED BACK!"

The voice unfolded the sky, shattering the silence that had frozen everything. Joanna felt it deep in her heart—the resonating sound of rejection vibrating through every corner of time, reminding her how Chronos's grip had taken much more than just moments.

Joanna stepped into the air, drawing closer with determination. Each step was filled with resolve, even as doubts and fears about the consequences loomed within her. Could goodness truly emerge from this deep wound? "Dare to delve into that depth," she insisted to herself, hoping to unearth the answers she sought.

"This is not about turning back time... This is about forgiving time."

Her words flowed softly, almost as a warning to all who had ever felt the weight of burdens. She was determined to become a bridge between memories and a future full of hope.

She thrust her glowing hand into the open heart of Chronos. The light spread like waves of love, coursing through every crack in her soul. Would Chronos finally experience the peace that had long been denied? So much hope rested on this moment.

"Final Verse — Spiral Ascension: Hour of Everlight."

Chronos's form imploded, not exploded outward—much like a star that realizes it must die for other stars to shine against the dark sky. Yet, in every implosion, Joanna felt the weight of sacrifice, a journey towards the light filled with shadows of all that was lost.

The Erebos gate closed with a trembling sound, as if the universe were taking its final breath. Beyond that gate, shadows of the past quivered, waiting for the chance to traverse time once more.

The Omega pillars stood tall and majestic, guiding light amidst the surrounding darkness. They were made of primal energy, emanating an aura that reminded all witnesses of the power and fragility inherent in the balance of time.

The rivers of time ceased to overflow, bringing a painful silence. Each moment trapped in that eternity seemed to press down heavily, demanding the attention of every soul involved in this battle.

And in the midst of it all... Joanna vanished. At that moment, a deep sorrow pierced the hearts of those left behind, as if time itself turned them into silent witnesses of an indescribable loss.

Not annihilation.

Not death.

But transcendence into a part of the light of time itself. A beam of light appeared to tremble in the void, signaling the presence of Joanna, now surpassing the boundaries known to humanity.

Rui ran to the last place where Joanna stood, his steps heavy as if the weight of time followed her. The sense of loss that gripped her heart compelled her to keep moving, recalling every second that had ever existed between them.

All that remains is a small clock of pure light—time that will never repeat. He gazes at it with a sense of sorrow, as if the clock embodies everything left of Joanna's soul, a journey lost in the endless waves between dimensions.

She clutches it tightly, feeling as though she is grasping her last hope. "You promised you wouldn't leave me..." she whispers, her voice filled with helplessness echoing in the silence. Each word spoken seems to carry the weight of the world on her shoulders.

She pauses for a moment, reflecting on the words exchanged between them. How could a promise drift into the air without leaving a trace? Then she offers a small smile, one that is a mixture of departure and hope.

"...But I know. You are not gone. You are simply illuminating my path from a place I cannot reach... for now." She speaks as though Joanna is still by her side, striving to recall her presence more strongly than the pain of loss.

Omega now sleeps, slowly recovering, yet his weak breath seems to speak of the vulnerabilities hidden behind his strength. A wounded king rests amid the ruins, hoping to rise again in a new formation.

Zeus gazed at the sky, his eyes shimmering like falling stars. "One star extinguished... to save the galaxy." Each word held a deep sense of gratitude, yet also an inescapable sorrow, reminding that with every sacrifice comes a price, much like treasures buried in the annals of time.

Far in another dimension, the Spiral guardians recorded that moment as an eternal reminder of a journey that never ends, a journey that would be forever remembered by the remaining souls as a lesson in love, sacrifice, and hope amid the darkness.

"The Seventh Flame: The Light of Joanna, the Spiral Who Refuses to Fade."