Memory of Heaven:Romance Written By Fate Through Beyond Infinity Time-Chapter 579 Neph-Null Returns, and the Fight Against Another Spiral
Chapter 579 - 579 Neph-Null Returns, and the Fight Against Another Spiral
The Amphitheater of Nihila has transformed. After the emergence of the second spiral from Elyra's body and the echo of the unnamed entity—Virelya—the space stretched, cracked, and refused to remain a stage of memories. It has now become something greater: the open belly of the world, a place where every unfinished concept begins to fight for its own existence.
In the midst of the double spiral now radiating from Elyra, Neph-Null returns. No longer just an echo of rejected children, he appears in his main form: the youngest child of the shattered Babelian will, consuming all the possibilities that were never written. Now his body looms like a giant fetus hanging from a black umbilical cord—each segment adorned with fragments of names, incomplete symbols, and empty eyes that refuse to form an identity.
"FITRAN FATE!" Neph-Null's voice echoed from all directions, not through vibration, but through the memory of a voice that was never heard. freeweɓnovel.cøm
"This is my power; the world will feel its tremors!" Neph-Null exclaimed, as if worrying about the balance that had been maintained.
As those words touched the air, a sparkling blue light exploded from his fingers, creating a terrifying projection of unimaginable shadows. The texture of the ground turned liquid, as if a gentle earthquake shook the battlefield. The shimmering sand floated into the air, swirling in its dance before finally falling, adding to the somber atmosphere that had been created.
"Look! Everything trembles in fear!" Elyra shouted, sensing the dark power enveloping the space.
Fitran stood in the center of the stage, which had transformed into a salt desert, where glowing sand rose like steam from below. The wind did not blow. But the light flickered, creating inconsistent shadows.
Battle Environment: The Salt Spiral
The ground formed a flat spiral with layers of silvery white salt. Small cracks flowed with a liquid that was not water—but fragments of sound. The sky above was not a sky. It was a spiral mirror, reflecting a future that would never happen.
With every movement, the mirror sky trembled as if rippling, projecting countless fragments of memories. A glimmer of light filled the air, creating an illusion of depth that highlighted the beauty of missed moments.
On one side: Fitran. His sword glowed faintly, his body not yet recovered. On the other side: Neph-Null, his body pulsing like an inverted giant fetus, and from his mouth, spells were born from a language that even the world had yet to learn to reject.
"You give birth to meaning. Then I will give birth to disorder!"
Hearing that, Fitran felt his heart race, the awareness of the threat before him growing stronger. "You will know, the disorder you create will not last forever!" he shouted passionately.
Fitran – Water Magic
"Aequor Caelestis: The Sea That Never Touches the Bottom"
Fitran raised his left hand, and from the spiral sky, glowing water fell like thin threads. But upon touching the ground, it did not wet—it erased the sound from everything it touched.
The falling water sparkled, making the texture of the ground feel as soft as silk, altering the ebb and flow of this silent and somber environment. As the water met the ground, a visual effect emerged, waves of light swirling around the touched points, creating small whirlpools that danced in the silence that enveloped.
Silencing Neph-Null's verbal spells for a time. The steam rolled, forming sound crystals that then dissolved.
"Almost all sounds are gone, as if they never existed," Fitran whispered, feeling pressure in his chest. As the sound crystals vanished, the dazzling light from the steam surrounded his feet, giving the impression that the room had become quieter and shook the tranquility. The texture of the ground became rougher, marking the power of the magic just used.
Neph-Null – Earth Magic
"Cradlefall: The Womb of Stone That Will Not Crack"
The spiral ground exploded. Chunks of salt formed a stone womb, and from within it, faceless babies were hurled like bullets, each leaving behind echoes of failed names. They exploded in a soul-piercing sound.
"No! Keep them away from me!" Fitran screamed, unable to contain the fear that overwhelmed him as those sounds filled the air. Dust swirled, forming a white circle around his body while the light felt blinding, as if the light of hope had vanished from its composition. The ground trembled, creating a gentle vibration that traveled through his legs, penetrating his soul.
Fitran dodged, but a shard struck his chest—and in an instant, he felt as if he had aborted a child he did not know. The psychic attack of guilt for a life that never was. The spiral cracks glowed red, then halted in thick silence.
"I cannot forget this..." Fitran murmured, his face pale as waves of guilt washed over him. A glowing red shimmer appeared, tempting the imagination with painful memories, while the texture of the wind felt rough and piercing. The scars left by the magic vibrated the ground around him, creating a lingering sense of anxiety.
Fitran – Air Magic
"Spira Aer: The Silent Breath That Splits Names"
Fitran spun, and from his body emerged a silent whirlwind that symbolically cut through space. This attack split Neph-Null's small creatures in two: those with names and those without.
"Everything must end here," he said with determination, watching the nameless faces be shattered. As the whirlwind moved, shadows appeared to be split, while a faint light followed every movement, creating a flickering effect that seemed magical. The texture of the air around him vibrated, separating space in unexpected ways.
The nameless ones evaporated. Eliminating the conceptual nameless creatures. A gentle blue whirlwind sliced silently.
"Finally, you are gone..." Fitran said, feeling relief but also sadness. The blue whirlwind radiated as those creatures vanished, sending a soft light that calmed him while a cool breeze flowed across his face. Everything felt calmer as the texture of the air became smooth, signaling that the threat had passed.
Neph-Null – Fire Magic
"Infant Ignis: The Cry of Fire That Was Never Heard"
Neph-Null spewed white fire from his mouth, but this fire did not burn. This fire mimicked the sound of a baby's cry, binding those who heard it in dreams to become the father or mother of that child.
Small lightning bolts shot through the air, creating a faint flickering light, while the texture of the environment felt gently vibrating. A cold wind swept through the space, and the soft sound of a baby's cry filled the surrounding frequencies, making all who heard it drift into feelings of nostalgia and loss.
"How can there be beauty in this pain?" Fitran murmured, feeling a deep longing seep into his soul.
Fitran fell silent for a moment. In his mind, he saw the baby he could not save in the past. But Beelzebub from above the spiral shouted—and Fitran snapped back to reality.
As the illusion spread, a soft white light touched the leaves, turning them into shimmering silver. The texture of the fine mist slowly revealed ghostly shadows, moving slowly with each gust of wind, adding a sense of hope and loss. The deep darkness trembled in the corners, creating synchronized movements that seemed to dance in sorrow.
"We will not let memories consume us," Fitran replied, breathing heavily as he gazed at the dancing shadows around.
Final Move: Fitran – Combined Element Magic
"Lux Umbra Spiralis"
Light and Shadow, do not alternate. Come together.
Fitran struck the ground with his sword, and from the sky—the double spirals of Elyra and Virelya shone. A double glyph formed around Neph-Null, and from that glyph emerged a sword of spiral light and soft shadow.
As the sword appeared, the wind felt sharper with emptiness within, and every glimmer of light formed patterns in the air that moved as if creating a melody. The texture of the ground vibrated, as if responding to the power newly awakened by Fitran. The shining spiral moved quickly, creating a whispering sound that filled the room with a wonder full of hope and determination.
"Surely not! This power will be a rebuttal to all that you have taken from me!" Fitran shouted with bubbling enthusiasm, unafraid to face Neph-Null.
Both struck Neph-Null's body simultaneously.
"We accept the failed voices... but you cannot absorb them to destroy us."
Neph-Null's body cracked. His fragments fell like pieces of an empty fetus, and his last cry sounded like the first word that no one had the chance to say.
Before those fragments touched the ground, the light emanating from Neph-Null transformed the surrounding environment as if everything vibrated in harmony against uncertainty. The entire atmosphere was filled with pastel colors, igniting hope in the despairing around. The wind swirled rapidly, making the fragments seem to float, following a gentle rhythm before falling silent and disappearing.
"As if submerged in a new awakening..." Fitran whispered, feeling a new flow of energy pushing back within him.
Neph-Null vanished. Not dead. But made a safe echo within the double spiral.
As Neph-Null disappeared, the light around began to tremble, creating gentle waves that radiated a bluish-green color. The texture of the air thickened, as if the life around it was being sucked into a void. The leaves of the trees trembled violently, as if swaying, dancing to the magical ripples just created by Neph-Null's disappearance.
Fitran fell to his knees. Beelzebub embraced him from behind. Elyra still slept. But on her shoulder... the spiral of Virelya now glowed slowly.
As the spiral of Virelya began to shine, golden light flowed out like a fountain, creating rays that split the darkness of the night. The texture of the sky above changed to shimmering satin, while soft sparkling dust made the entire area seem wrapped in happiness. Every moment, small sparkles twirled, making the world feel alive and full of hope.
"The unborn... can also choose to protect."
Elyra's voice echoed softly, and at that moment, a fresh aura enveloped them, as if showering them with a mystical shield. The rustling of leaves that was unusual sounded like whispers from another world, marking the harmony that occurred between life and death. Fitran felt that energy strengthen his spirit, making him shout, "We will protect, even at the cost of our lives!"
