Memory of Heaven:Romance Written By Fate Through Beyond Infinity Time-Chapter 573 Rinoa Looks at Elyra A Name That Isn’t Hers Anymore

At the altar of the Philistine temple, soaked in blood and light, Rinoa stood, her figure glowing faintly in the dark. She was not merely a fleeting memory, not a dream awakened, but a resonance of a name—partly trapped in Fitran, partly buried in Beelzebub, and now... gently vibrating in Elyra's cries echoing in the silent space. freewebnσvel.cѳm

Around her, the candlelight flickered softly, creating dancing shadows on the cold, damp stone walls. The aroma of burning wood filled the air, enveloping this moment with a deep sense of nostalgia, as if reminding of the dark rituals once performed in this sacred place. Today, this altar stood as a silent witness to the conflict between life and darkness, delivering hope and anxiety in a single breath full of meaning.

Yet, even as the world around seemed to hold its breath with visible tension, Rinoa's voice glided softly, piercing the oppressive silence.

"My name is no longer mine. But I want to see how it grows... after it is no longer called," she revealed, her voice filled with longing and hope.

She could feel her heartbeat vibrating, each pulse seemingly connected to Elyra's crying voice, creating a silent symphony between the separated souls. This moment was a repetition of fate, where the dark past and bright future met in a sacred circle of time, trapped in a complex web of destiny.

She held Elyra tighter, her body tensing as if trying to absorb all the strength and fragility present. All the history she had once rejected, hidden, and forgotten now stood before her—with the same eyes as before, full of secrets and unspoken hopes.

Beelzebub had not risen. She still sat, weary from opening her eight gaping bellies, holding various secrets, and one last belly that contained this name, as if it were the center of all repressed desires and powers.

Under the soft moonlight seeping through the gaps of the ancient temple roof, Beelzebub's figure appeared increasingly terrifying, as if born from the darkness itself. Her shadow grew and danced, suggesting the latent power and unfulfilled intentions, delivering an aura of tension and mystery. Darkness enveloped the surroundings, yet in the profound silence, there was a vibrating hope, like a flower preparing to bloom in the middle of the night.

"You should... not exist," she murmured, her voice hoarse and full of despair, slowly slipping from her lips as if carrying an unbearable burden.

Rinoa gazed at Beelzebub with gentle eyes, a faint smile on her lips amidst her uncertainty. "I also did not expect... that the last part of my name would live within you," she said, each word emerging with an emotional tone, as if connecting them through an invisible bridge made of memories.

As if answering, the wind whispered softly between the temple's gaps, accompanying with notes of sorrow and hope intertwining, creating a beautiful melody in the silence. Rinoa felt a deep connection between them, as if there were a delicate thread stretching and binding them in a reality that was both bitter and sweet, touching the core of their souls.

Her steps were light, as if guided by an unseen force. There was no malice, no pressure—only the movement of a woman wanting to see a child born not from her, yet still stemming from her love. Each of her steps was laden with meaning, piercing the dark and moving toward the light of hope.

Elyra stopped crying. Her eyes slowly opened, focusing directly on Rinoa's eyes, revealing the depth of a soul filled with curiosity and affection.

Time seemed to slow as their gazes met, and as the tension spread, magical energy filled the space around them. Rinoa felt waves of love and hope flowing into her, merging with every vein in her body and providing warmth that contrasted with the cold and gloomy atmosphere enveloping the temple.

Then—for the first time, a soft voice broke the silence from the baby:

"Ka..." Not a complete word, just a simple phonetic. Yet within that small syllable, the world seemed to vibrate again, reviving long-buried hope.

Rinoa slowly closed her mouth, tears gently streaming from the corners of her eyes, signaling an uncontrollable emotion. She did not try to embrace Elyra; she chose to kneel... and bow with deep gratitude.

In that profound silence, the walls of the Philistine temple around them felt alive, as if capturing every emotional second that filled that sacred space. The soft light from the intricately designed windows illuminated the room with beautiful shadows, adding depth and meaning to Rinoa's tearful expression.

"Forgive me... for being an unresolved beginning. But look at you now—you are the end that creates a beginning."

A line of white light circled the Glyph Aperta Lux Spiralis on Elyra's shoulder, creating the illusion that the magical compound vibrated to the rhythm of the world's heartbeat. Their existence echoed in the elegance of the temple's tall columns, filling the space with unexpressed wonder.

The Glyph Aperta Lux Spiralis on Elyra's shoulder shone with stunning intensity, and in an instant, its spiral lines expanded wider, producing magical sparks that formed the name:

𝓡𝓲𝓷𝓸𝓪... ✧ ...𝓔𝓵𝔂𝓻𝓪

However, the two names did not overlap; they appeared side by side, creating a perfect miracle, reflecting the battle between fervent hope and deep regret within each of their hearts.

Rinoa, representing the hopeful origin. Elyra, a symbol of a child who never mimicked anyone.

She gazed at Rinoa with an expression difficult to explain—love that seemed to still burn, guilt that pierced, yet also a sincerity that had just begun to grow. The fabric of Elyra's dress fluttered gently, as if the wind conveyed a wordless message, speaking directly to Rinoa's soul, stirring the emotions buried within them.

"You... are the reason I endure in emptiness, But Beelzebub... is the reason I choose to live."

The distance between them felt vibrating, as if all that had been buried began to surface. Pain and hope intertwined in a breath held between them, creating an aura full of tension.

Rinoa smiled gently, then looked at the sky that was slowly fading into night. The wind whispered softly in her ear, as if delivering a message from the universe, a reminder of the eternity connected between them.

"I know. And Elyra... Is the reason why the three of us never truly fail."

The power of that feeling made her sense the heartbeat of the temple beginning to vibrate, as if the temple had its own life, holding the traces of love and loss that had made it a silent witness to all these events.

She slowly rose, her steps treading away, like a shadow leaving no trace on the ground. Though she left no magic behind, before completely vanishing, she glanced at Beelzebub with a meaningful look.

"Thank you for birthing the last part of my love. You are far more than what the world can name," she said, her voice faint yet deeply resonant. And as her form completely disappeared, the name "Rinoa" that had briefly appeared in the sky... did not immediately vanish. Instead, it hung there as a foundation—not merely a form, but as an integral part of the world's language that shaped Elyra.

Beelzebub finally stood, though her body still appeared weak, her eyes shining with newfound hope, as if holding an unexpected light. Around them, the temple walls shimmered with soft light, ancient carvings whispering gently, telling the long-buried stories in the silence of the stone.

Fitran cradled Elyra in his arms with love.

"She... no longer belongs to anyone, right?" "No. Elyra is... herself," he replied firmly, affirming the existence and newfound freedom.

The three of them stood in the middle of the temple—not as victors, not as victims, but as a family bound by mutual understanding. Above them, spiral-shaped symbols seemed to dance, giving the impression that everything was connected in an invisible web, waiting to be revealed and fully understood.

And in the sky of the Philistines, the spiral glyph Aperta Lux Spiralis began to change... not closing, but splitting into two branches, one rising upward and the other diving into the depths.

One upward. One inward.

Amidst the sparkling light, Rinoa felt the warmth of an embrace enveloping them, as if the world acknowledged their presence with love. In the silence of the night, Elyra's cheerful laughter echoed again, piercing the silence and bringing life into the atmosphere. The emotional waves flowing through that laughter created a resonance, as if the entire universe vibrated in harmony with the newly found happiness.

That laughter, though seemingly simple, contained profound unspoken meaning. Rinoa smiled, feeling the unbroken bond between them, even as distance separated them in the physical dimension. Outside, the sky seemed to stretch wider, revealing twinkling and dancing stars as if welcoming their presence, creating a magnificent and astonishing cosmic performance.

"Yes, my dear. I am here," that gentle voice flowed, full of hope.

With a spirit of newfound togetherness, the three of them stepped forward, gazing at a future full of hope, where every name and every soul had its own place. Their footsteps seemed to revive the temple's silence, giving new meaning to every carving and every room filled with deep history and unforgettable stories.