Memory of Heaven:Romance Written By Fate Through Beyond Infinity Time-Chapter 415 Within the Silence of the Origin — Towards the Entity that Rejects Everything

Chapter 415 - 415 Within the Silence of the Origin — Towards the Entity that Rejects Everything

Since the foundation of the Spiral Sanctuary was first shaken by invisible cracks, the world began to change—not to shatter, but to dissolve. Colors faded, diminishing the beauty that once existed. Sounds became slow, as if draining the energy of life. And in the distance, the sun no longer moved, as if it were a silent witness to the profound change.

She felt a weight growing heavier on her chest, as if the sky held secrets she did not want to know. Uncertainty clouded her mind, whispering fears of what had happened and what was to come. Yet her intention to understand this world overcame her trepidation.

That was the sign that this world—though still intact—had come into contact with something unwanted.

She stood before the Altered Rejection Pillar. The pillar, though strong, showed fine lines like skin pulled too tightly.

Beside her, Joanna slowly folded her wings of light. Michael's aura within her still existed, but it was dimmer—not because it was weakening, but because it was adjusting to the rhythm of the new world. In her observation, the fighting spirit that once blazed now appeared calmer, as if the souls within her were adapting to uncertainty. She missed the strong man he once was, but she was aware that new strength could also arise from weakness.

"We can't wait any longer," Joanna said firmly.

"If we delay, the will we have formed will unravel by something that doesn't even try to destroy—but merely rejects existence itself."

She nodded. "We descend... not to fight. But to understand, to uncover the mystery that envelops our existence."

"We can't wait any longer," Joanna said.

In her heart, Joanna felt a deep unease, as if time acted as a barrier between them and the will that had already been formed. She remembered all that had been fought for, feeling the weight of hope on her shoulders.

"If we delay, the will we have formed will unravel by something that doesn't even try to destroy—but merely rejects existence itself."

She nodded. "We descend... not to fight. But to understand."

In her eyes, there was a commitment that warded off doubt, a determination hidden behind her smile. She remembered the promise they had made, a promise that continued to resonate in her mind like a song that would not fade.

They opened a path using Spiral Reversal, an ancient technique that could only be performed by those who had embraced the rejected will.

The path was not a portal. Not a gap. But a rejection of direction.

The first step felt like falling. The second step felt like walking on the edge of memories. The third step... they no longer knew if they still had bodies.

This existence pulled them into a light darkness, and Joanna felt as if she were split between two worlds. With every step, she continued to hope, hoping to hold onto something real.

In that dimension, they arrived.

The place had no form. But it "felt."

In the silence that enveloped, she felt waves of uncertainty constricting her chest. She tried to imagine what it felt like to have a place that could be understood, even as she knew that this uncertainty was part of her, as if it were an inseparable companion on her journey.

The ground was like an unfinished idea.

She intertwined her fingers, feeling loneliness in every whisper of the wind that blew. In her mind, the vision of a complete life began to fade, replaced by shadows of the past that would not vanish.

The air felt like fear without a source.

Joanna took a deep breath, gathering courage in the midst of this oppressive atmosphere. She felt a heaviness in her chest but tried to steady herself not to be swept away by the lurking fear.

In the distance, there was a sound... but not the sound of living beings, rather the echo of a will that had once been extinguished.

"Hearing you feels like being separated from existence," Joanna whispered, her heart trembling. She wanted to touch that voice, hoping to find answers behind the confusing noise, feeling a deep connection even though separated by dimensions. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

Joanna held her hand.

"This place is not for seeing."

She felt the warmth of Joanna's hand, as if it were an anchor in the midst of a storm. Even though their beings were surrounded by darkness, only Joanna's presence made her feel not alone.

"This place is to face."

With a determination beginning to rise, she nodded, trying to hold back the fear gnawing at her soul. She knew that, although this step was heavy, they could not turn back.

She looked to the right—and found herself standing beside Joanna, yet not moving. A version of herself that never opposed Qayin.

Second by second in this helplessness, she tried to grasp hope, even as the whispers of despair grew louder. She imagined, what if she had chosen to fight?

She turned to the left—and saw Joanna sitting still, her hair white, her body like glass that was almost cracked.

Joanna's grace in despair touched her heart. She wanted to greet her, to encourage her, but her words caught in her throat, blocked by a deep fear.

Every direction showed them if they surrendered.

The acknowledgment was suffocating, reminding them of the consequences of the choices made. She realized that only with courage could they face this darkness, not becoming a shadow of themselves trapped in despair, but fighting to find the remaining light of hope.

"This place is a test," she murmured.

She felt the weight on her chest, as if every word she spoke was tied to a deep sense of loneliness. She reflected on the journey that had brought her to this point, seeking meaning behind every step taken.

"It brings forth our never choosing selves, then offers it as a shortcut."

Joanna closed her eyes. Behind her closed eyelids, she felt uncertainty filling the empty space, as if choosing not to choose was her safest option. "Then let's not choose. We just have to step."

They stepped deeper.

Each step erased a part of their history: precious moments that shaped their identities and were meant to be eternal memories.

Joanna lost the memory of her first dance with Jeanne, and felt her heart tremble, longing for the beautiful moments that were now gone. The smile of Jeanne came to mind, and how light she felt then, now felt like an alien burden.

She forgot the taste of the first apple given by Aunt Rinoa. She shivered, remembering the cold of that winter and how the warmth of Aunt Rinoa's embrace gave meaning to every bite of simple sweetness. Yet they kept walking.

Until finally, they saw something in the midst of the empty space:

A hole.

Not a physical hole.

But nothingness with form.

And within it... she resided.

A voice emerged, not from the hole, but from within them.

"Why have you come?"

Joanna answered softly. In her heart, doubt swelled, wondering if there was an answer sufficient to overcome this fear.

"Because our world trembles by your existence."

"I do not wish to be."

"But you still touch us."

"Perhaps you do not wish to exist. But we want to understand why the desire to not be... can be so strong as to shake the world, breaking down the boundaries we have always taken for granted."

"Perhaps you do not wish to exist. But we want to understand why the desire to not be... can be so strong as to shake the world."

"Because all wills are lies."

The entity did not attack. However, she felt a pressure within her soul, a call to challenge the uncertainty that threatened them.

But the world began to resist the existence of her and Joanna:

Their breaths were rejected by the air. Joanna, feeling a lack of oxygen, remembered the warm embraces of the people she loved, reminding her how meaningful it was to live in this suffering world.

Their steps were rejected by the ground, like a force trying to pull them back into the darkness that enveloped their world.

Their memories were rejected by reality. In this chaos, she became aware of the importance of holding onto memories, even as the world sought to forget them.

Joanna began to lose her form.

She began to lose her voice. Darkness crept at the edges, but Joanna's courage, though dim, still ignited hope within her.

Yet they held hands.

"You will not be alone," Joanna whispered. Her voice came out softly, as if piercing through the fog of uncertainty trying to separate them.

"And I will remember you, even if the world forgets," she replied. Each word felt like a mantra, strengthening their bond amidst the unseen threat.

The existential hole began to crack its form.

From within, not a creature... but an active concept: the desire to be silent, to not want, to cancel all questions. She felt a burning anger within her—a rejection of this helplessness, and a deep urge to regain control over her fate.

The entity spoke one last sentence:

"If you step further... then the world will question your right to ask."

She and Joanna... stepped. Without hesitation, even as their hearts thundered with fear and tense hope.

Not to answer. But to prove that they were still here.