Memory of Heaven:Romance Written By Fate Through Beyond Infinity Time-Chapter 430 Unnamed Tracks — The Midnight Guest at Ravenhull

Chapter 430 - 430 Unnamed Tracks — The Midnight Guest at Ravenhull

The footsteps stopped at the end of the inn's back corridor, beneath the shadows of the stone wall covered in red moss. Joanna immediately stood from her balcony chair, carefully parting the curtain of the night wind. Rui set her cup down, her body tensing as instincts honed in fear reawakened.

"Someone is down there."

"I know," Joanna replied. "They don't breathe like a human."

The lantern light flickered softly, creating a mystical atmosphere that heightened the tension. The stone walls appeared to melt where the footsteps touched—neither destructive magic nor anything of the sort; rather, it was a presence that defied explanation, as if time around it had halted, and the air grew heavier with each heartbeat that echoed. In the depths of that night, despite the silence, a tension began to creep in like whispers that could not be heard, bringing an urgent and mysterious feeling.

Joanna descended slowly to the courtyard below. Rui followed behind her, silent. In the middle of the corridor stood a figure in an overly long gray cloak, concealing its entire body. Its face was not visible—not hidden, but because there was none. In place of where a face should have been, there was only a thin black circle, like a shadow in foggy glass. The shadow seemed to move, as if alive with a concealed desire, challenging every sense that dared to observe it.

"You shouldn't be able to stay."

The flat voice didn't just lack echo—it seemed to speak directly to the bones. Each word that flowed from her lips scorched the wood around them, leaving a chilling legacy in the hearts of every listener. In the silence, the scent of slime and mold wafted through the air, as if the landscape stood on the brink between the real world and the realm of spirits, enhancing the sense of transition between the two realms.

Joanna stood tall. "We're not staying. We're just... pausing for a moment."

"Ravenhull holds no memories worth remembering."

"You come bearing a curse and an unresolved will."

Rui took a step forward, her tone harsh. "Who are you?" freewёbnoνel.com

The figure bent slightly—not out of respect, but in irony. A faint dark shadow flickered behind her, as if something larger and deeper was watching their every move.

"I am the Witness."

"The Witness of those who never wrote history, yet are always present in every destruction."

The Witness raised her hand, revealing a small, broken spiral seal—the emblem of the Erased World Archives, an ancient order that oversees many dark secrets. Joanna had heard about it, an order that operates behind the Spiral curtain, safeguarding the wills that were never allowed to flourish. From the corner of her eye, Joanna saw a foggy shadow twisting among the dry trees, enveloping the place with a palpable weight, as if reminding them of the darkness that haunted their every step.

"We record you in the form of wounds. Not names."

"And now, you both are shaping a new world atop the foundation of unpaid wounds."

Joanna clutched Rui's hand, feeling her heartbeat thrum in the silence. The wind whispered with uncertainty, adding weight to her throat, as if the world was holding its breath.

"We are not shaping a world to be paid for. We shape it... because there is no world left for us."

The Witness did not answer. She pulled out a small scroll and dropped it to the ground. The paper opened by itself, and written on it was:

"If they remain alive, then the ancient wills will rise through them.

Erase one of them, or both will open a gate that cannot be closed."

Rui felt her body freeze. The words were not merely a threat but a command demanding attention—a global will still embedded in the foundations of Alpha, strong and insistent. Within Rui's mind, a whisper surged, an appeal from the void filled with fragments of buried memories, infusing a profound sense of urgency into the current situation.

"We are still considered... enemies of time."

Joanna nodded slowly, responding to the tension that had arisen. The atmosphere around them grew taut, each second stretching as if pulling them into the hourglass of a twisted world, creating the sensation that time was already running out. This awareness of the limited time added to the tension of the moment.

"Because we were never born with permission."

The Witness raised a hand, and the world around them became heavy— the ground grew fragile, the air felt as hard as glass. He began to invoke the identity-erasing incantation:

"Nullus Filii: Reversio In Nihil."

(No Child: Return to Nothing)

But before he could finish... In the silence enveloping them, the hiss of the wind carried whispers from unseen shadows, as if souls hung in limbo. This voice delivered a deep-seated fear, penetrating their hearts.

Joanna opened her wings. Not as bright as before, but sufficient to withstand the force of erasure. Each feather trembled, radiating a somber aura tied to their inescapable fate.

"Virtus Custodia: Signum Memoriae."

(Virtue of the Guardian: Sign of Memory)

A golden light emerged, not to fight but to remember, pushing back against the current of erasure that sought to destroy. With each passing second, the atmosphere grew deeper and darker, as if the very world of Ravenhull shuddered in fear of losing vital memories. The incantation rewrote Rui and Joanna into the fabric of that place, if only within the realm of Ravenhull, affirming their bond with it.

The Witness stepped back, her body cracking. Each fracture released black smoke, like dark secrets long hidden, threatening to break free and flood their dimension.

"If you refuse to be erased... then you must choose."

"Will or love. The world cannot accept both in your form."

Joanna took the scroll, and as she touched it, new writing appeared, teasing her curiosity and providing vital clues about their fate:

"In the next city, she will wait. The one who knew you before the world tried to forget."

Rui bit her lip. Her breath caught for a moment as shadows from the past sent shivers down her spine.

"What does she mean by... she?"

Joanna did not answer. Yet her heart raced faster. In the darkness of her heart, she felt the weight of buried memories, a surge ready to erupt.

Because within her mind...

...the name long buried resurfaced slowly like a shadow at sunset: Each letter echoed, reviving the pain that had long been left behind.

"...Jeanne?"

From the balcony above, the shadow of the cat Mocha silently observed the sky, gazing at the clusters of stars that began to move in a strange manner— as if the world knew that these two souls were not yet finished with their destiny. In the distance, dark clouds gathered, forming frightening shapes that evoked forgotten tales. A chilly wind whispered by, carrying secrets from the past that echoed among the stars, as if calling them to become more deeply involved.

Joanna and Rui stood at the inn's door, the night wind gently blowing their cloaks. A faint light appeared to darken as they stepped outside, as if the night were swallowing them. A small fear crept into Joanna's heart, conjuring images of faces that had haunted her in nightmares, waiting for the moment they would be trapped in the shadows of time.

"Are we going to stay here?" Rui asked.

"No," Joanna replied. "If someone from the past remembers us... then we must leave before the world decides who should be forgotten." As her voice traveled the words, an unsettling echo sounded, as if nature was listening and preparing to act. They exchanged glances, tension filling the surrounding air, as if an invisible presence was watching their every move.