Memory of Heaven:Romance Written By Fate Through Beyond Infinity Time-Chapter 569 Babylonian Wizards Come for the Open Name

Elyra sleeps in her mother's embrace, her skin glowing softly, and from her tiny shoulder, the glyph "Aperta Lux Spiralis" still radiates an upward spiral light—like roots that continue to grow, or a song that remains unfinished. Around her, the air feels thick and sparkling, as if each heartbeat paints a path of light that creates the illusion of movement in the sky. Every breath of oxygen she inhales seems to dance in waves of golden light, creating a harmony that soothes the soul.

However, because the glyph is open, it not only channels meaning. It also invites those who wish to close it—binding its potential, making it theirs. In the corner of darkness, sharp and ambitious whispers gather, and as shadowy fingers reach for Elyra's light, a wave of fear creeps into her mother's heart, like morning dew biting the sunlight.

And one of them... has risen from the yellow sands south of Babylon. A sandstorm greets her descendants, twisting and weaving, influencing their movements as if they become part of that natural force itself.

She comes not with an army, not with war chariots, but with whispers of sand and the scent of dark incense. A tall figure, draped in gold-black cloth. Her hair is braided like snakes. On her forehead, she wears a crown of ancient Babylonian glyphs—a system of symbols that has vanished from the history of contemporary magic. The fabric that envelops her vibrates as if connected to the dark density around, as if responding to her call to war.

"Fitran Fate. I come not as your enemy... I come to save the world from the mistakes of birth." Fitran's voice echoes, as if futile against the wind, but its vibrations touch hearts and create doubt in the souls of those who hear it.

Fitran stands slowly, covering Beelzebub and Elyra with her Voidlight cloak. In an instant, the cloak changes color, reflecting the shift of magic awakened around. As she steps forward, energy seems to separate heaven and earth, creating a magical bridge that forms a wall between good and evil.

"She is not a mistake," Fitran says. "She is the first thing that is right in this world." His voice trembles with certainty, striking the coldness between them, yet Fitran's gaze seems to radiate deep anxiety, as if wagering everything for an irreplaceable miracle. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

Ishtar unfurls a scroll made from the bones of sacred Babylonian pigs. The scroll contains a sealing glyph of names, called: Indrawi from the scroll begins to radiate, spreading into the surrounding atmosphere, creating a glare visible to anyone with eyes to see.

"Uroboros Impositus" (Forced Circle – Closing Glyph of Existence) Its function is not to kill, but to transform the unfinished glyph's meaning into a doctrinal glyph.

"Your child must not have an open meaning," Ishtar says, her eyes sparkling with determination, as if a divine light shines upon her face. "It will shake the foundations of language, magic, and religion. An open spiral is an entrance for wild meanings—meanings that can destroy the peace of life's monthly cycle. I will not kill her... I will only codify her name so it can be safely inherited."

Suddenly, dark energy begins to radiate from the glyph on Elyra's left shoulder, spreading into the surrounding air in the form of vibrating purple mist, creating a tense atmosphere accompanied by the scent of wet earth. Fitran slowly retreats, gazing at the small glowing glyph—still spiral, still unbound, while her heartbeat quickens, filled with anxiety to protect her family.

Glyph: Aperta Lux Spiralis – Open Spiral Upwards – Symbolizing an unfinished name, and therefore: → Open to develop, → Open to resonate, → Open to be stolen.

The purple mist gathers, forming a vortex that engulfs the atmosphere with dizzying wild energy. If Ishtar-Enun succeeds in closing that glyph, then:

Elyra's name will become doctrinal: it can be included in the official magic system. Around them, the turmoil of energy seems to vibrate, producing flashes of blue light from the Babylonian system trying to repel the gathering power.

She will become a source of energy and power, not a human, and seeing her father's helpless face, her soul trembles with hope and fear. Fitran and Beelzebub will lose the right meaning over their child, a painful feeling crushing their emotions like a storm raging in the ocean of souls.

"You want to bind something born free. It is like trying to write the stars into a stone tablet," Fitran says, his voice fading into the noise of magic that sweeps the room, as if the universe responds to the suffering etched in his words.

Ishtar raises her hand—from the sky descends a Babylonian golden glyph in the form of a double sickle, spinning above Elyra. The symbol begins to form a coercive circle around the baby's spiral glyph. The golden light mingles with bright blue flashes, radiating a mystical aura that can be felt by every creature nearby, as if the atmosphere invites wonder and tension into their beings. With a sharp gaze, Ishtar channels her energy, and her expression shows the awakening of unexpected power, while her fingers glide through the air, creating a vibrating magical corridor.

"If you do not surrender her name... then I will lock its meaning directly from the sky." Ishtar's voice echoes as if bound to the frequency of the cosmos, adding weight to her words that vibrate with determination and threat. In the swirling light, fear reflects on Elyra's face, but there is also a light of hope igniting from the baby's radiant determination, opposing the threat before her.

Fitran pulls Excalibur back. But this time, the magic she calls upon is not from herself... but from Elyra's glyph itself. She feels the flow of Elyra's energy moving into her, flooding her with a soft luminescence, providing calm amidst the turmoil. As she moves the sword, each motion is wrapped in a dazzling aura, creating a path of vibrating canopy trees with the rhythm of a heartbeat.

"Spiralis Lux Catenata: The Sword of Light That Is Unfinished." As the name of the spell echoes, the blue light from Elyra's glyph spreads along Excalibur, emitting an aura that explores every corner with the beauty of its glow. The blade of light Excalibur merges with the pulse of Elyra's glyph. Each movement of Fitran's sword now reflects the pulse of Elyra's life. Her movements, now smoother and rhythmic like a cosmic dance, bring a feeling of triumvirate between father and child, as if erasing the boundaries between attacker and attacked. She does not strike as a knight. She duels as a father defending the first cry of his child. Fitran's expression encompasses a blend of love and tension, as if each strike is a promise to protect the meaning born from blood and light.

The battle is not brutal—but existential. Ishtar-Enun throws glyphs containing understanding: "Magic should only be possessed by those whose names are complete." Each glyph that glides seems to pierce the air with vibrations of uncertainty, creating rippling waves that awaken anxiety in Fitran's heart.

Fitran counters with light: "This child is not finished... because she will complete herself." These sparkling shards of light roast the silence of the night, as if challenging the sky to respond. She feels the warmth of burning love, giving strength to every attack she launches.

Every magical strike from Ishtar lowers Babylonian glyphs into the sky. The once calm clouds begin to tremble, darkening as if responding to the cries of curses hurled. But every slash from Fitran rewrites its meaning, transforming the curse's utterance into a song of birth: a melodious voice that pierces the heart, evoking wonder amidst the darkness.

Fitran Forms a New Glyph in the Air:

"Spiralis Vox Liberata" (The Voice of the Spiral That Is Left Free) A symbol that does not force the world to accept, but asserts that the world cannot reject a voice that has been heard, dissecting silence with unparalleled beauty. The light from this glyph spins in a beautiful spiral, creating a luminescent path colored in rainbow hues, dancing in the air and defying the dark.

After battling magic for meaning, Ishtar finally staggers back. She gazes at the sky—the Babylonian glyphs have been split by the light from Elyra's magic, and in that moment, feelings of sadness and regret envelop her, burdening her shoulders as if every weight of unspoken words rests upon them.

"You choose to let her name remain open... Then the world will blame you."

Fitran smiles, his eyes sparkling with hope and courage. "Then let the world blame love." With every word, she feels the power of connection flowing, making the light in her soul stronger and unshakeable.

Ishtar-Enun vanishes into the Babylonian sand scroll, shedding the doubts that haunted her, and the night descends again upon the ruins that have now become the place where a new name is written without anyone's permission. The moving sands seem to signal her departure, a symbol of an endless journey.

And on Elyra's shoulder—the glyph still shines. Open. Imperfect. But free. Its light seems to counter the dark, fighting against every shadow that tries to envelop hope, making that place not only an arena of battle but also a silent witness to the birth of new life.