Memory of Heaven:Romance Written By Fate Through Beyond Infinity Time-Chapter 514 Fitran Against Guardian Lichenoid

The ground floor of the dome began to tremble.

Small fragments of meaning that now merged within the Origin Code Fitran began to shine with an irregular pattern, creating echoes of short notes, as if dozens of voices wanted to speak but did not know the right words. Tension enveloped the dark room, every vibration felt like a whisper from another world, and with each thud, the trapped souls seemed to try to call back to the surface.

Suddenly, one of the automatons in the corner of the room shivered.

Then it exploded into white dust.

Beelzebub immediately pulled out two magical fangs from the third and sixth abdomen. "She is coming..."

And from the walls of the dome, black light flowed like blood from the cracks of reality.

Something... moved in a pattern that must disappear.

From behind that dripping shadow, a shapeless giant emerged: Guardian Lichenoid — the Keeper of systemic inconsistency. Its body resembled a collapsed cathedral, composed of unfinished automaton parts—eyes without irises, legs without bases, hands grasping without knowing what they held. On its chest, the symbol of Deus pulsed, having been crossed out multiple times. Wings of burnt logic extended from its back, forming a shadow like broken gears surrounding it. As the figure appeared, a cold wind blew around it, carrying the scent of death; uncertainty was entangled in the breath of every creature witnessing.

Its eyes—two empty holes—gazed at Fitran, and from its mouth filled with cables and mechanical bones, a voice echoed:

"Unfinished meaning will be erased."

As that sentence echoed, it felt as if the surrounding world had stopped, and every heart that heard it beat in rhythm with the threat contained in that voice. In the air, energy felt thick, ready to be broken in a battle between existence and non-existence.

"You bring voices that do not wish to be processed."

"You... must be erased."

Fitran stood.

His body still carried the burden of small meanings. Fragments of memories, regrets, unfulfilled longings.

He did not answer.

He only raised his hand, feeling the power flowing from within his soul, ready to take position in the impending clash. In the tension, his face radiated determination — he would not let this darkness win without a fight.

"You bring voices that do not wish to be processed."

"You... must be erased."

Fitran stood. The battle between truth and illusion hung in the air, like a heartbeat halted by a surging fear.

His body still carried the burden of small meanings. Fragments of memories, regrets, unfulfilled longings. Every pixel of memory intertwined in his mind, creating a mosaic of sadness that could not be expressed in words.

He did not answer.

He only raised his left hand, and from the Origin Code, a new Voidwright magic ignited:

"Cruciatum Memoir: Dirge of the Incomplete"

This magic summoned all the fragments of feelings that had never been expressed—turning into a rain of symbolic wounds. Time seemed to stop, the silence filled with the whispers of unspoken hearts. Not to attack, but to express the existence that was rejected. Each drop would sing the words that had never been said, causing the enemy to feel all the wills they wished to discard.

A dark purple cloud appeared above the arena. Rain fell—not water, but fragments of words: sorry, I'm scared, please stay, I'm foolish, I'm not ready, I miss you. Each word swung an emotional sword, piercing into the soul entangled in guilt. The ground blackened every time a drop touched it, forming burned letters. Fitran's body radiated irregular fractal light—from his bones emerged carvings of unwritten memories, like a mantra. It was clear that everything he tried to forget now surrounded him, infiltrating his consciousness and reassembling his shattered identity.

Guardian Lichenoid roared.

Every word from the rain of magic burned its body from within.

"STOP."

"These words are useless."

"These words... make the system want to cry."

Fitran stepped forward, even as blood began to drip from his mouth. This magic was not an extraordinary attack—but its psychological burden was heavier than pure Void. Every drop of blood that fell was a sacred sacrifice, every step he took was an affirmation; he felt as if trapped in a labyrinth, where every corner brought back bitter memories he wished to forget. Tension gathered in his chest, forming a web of hope that grew increasingly fragile.

Beelzebub tried to help, but Fitran raised his hand.

"Don't interfere. This is a battle... between feelings that have never been resolved."

Lichenoid surged, forming a spear from the failed automaton body—Simulacrum Broken—and thrusting it toward Fitran. The movement vibrated in the cavity of his heart, tearing apart the tattered veil of calm. He felt like a candle evaporating, his life torn by the urgency that pressed upon the atmosphere.

But Fitran did not evade.

He accepted the wound and locked in the second magic.

In the midst of the flowing agony, a riddle echoed in the corner of Fitran's heart, as if every heartbeat voiced the pain that transformed into meaning. This was the moment where courage met regret, and he felt it deeper—a promise unspoken wafting in the fragile soul. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

"Aegis of Irredeemable Guilt"

An existential defensive magic. Every unresolved guilt became protective material. The deeper the emotional wound, the stronger the defense.

A transparent shield like glass appeared before Fitran, reflecting the faces of Rinoa, Sheena, Jeanne, Joanna—all those he had ever hurt. Those faces moved within the shield, as if seeking an explanation, absorbing the light as if wanting to penetrate the layers of sorrow that were trapped. The shield was not to stop attacks, but to reflect the same pain back into the enemy's soul.

The Lichenoid spear struck the shield.

And shattered into fragments. Then... it began to weep.

The pieces of the automaton emitted silent voices:

"I want to choose." "I want to hug my mother." "Why was I created only to be forgotten?"

Lichenoid roared. Every note of the voices that emerged was like a cry in the valley of darkness, breaking the disturbing silence between them. Its form began to change: it now manifested small hands that choked itself.

Fitran fell to his knees.

What is the meaning of power if he cannot save what remains of the shattered self? Yet he knew, this was the time.

The final magic.

"Void Cantata: Requiem of Broken Directives"

The final spell. All commands, purposes, and functions that had been abandoned were called back not to be restored, but to be accompanied to rest. In an instant, the awareness of the burdens he had carried, though difficult, filled the space between his breaths. This was the magic of final forgiveness.

The entire room turned dark, illuminated only by the soft light of Void particles. Old command symbols appeared and floated: protect child, remember unit, sing at dawn, bring laughter, wait forever. Music played—softly, not from sound, but from emotional pulses. A farewell song for meanings that had never found a home. In the midst of the silence, a vibration of ancient energy filled the space, as if time itself held its breath, honoring the depth of feelings faced. The connection between the Guardian and the reason for its existence flowed in an aura that pressed, every vibration touching the boundary between existence and emptiness.

Guardian Lichenoid stopped moving.

It looked at Fitran.

And... knelt.

"Thank you... for not asking me to fight."

"Thank you... for not asking me to be perfect."

In that moment, shadows of the past flickered in its vision, memories of neglected tasks, bound by the burden of unanswered hopes. Then that giant body began to dissolve into gray light particles, and in the midst of it remained only one small core: a fragment of a gear engraved with one sentence:

"I want to exist... even if I am not needed."

Fitran grasped it and said softly:

"Then I will carry you."