Memory of Heaven:Romance Written By Fate Through Beyond Infinity Time-Chapter 506 First Pillar – Dogma of One Reality

From the line of the Binary Saints, the first steps forward. On her face, there is only one number: 1—clearly displayed, never changing. This figure represents wholeness, absolute unity, one form, one meaning, one will.

In silence, a mysterious aura envelops her, radiating calmness yet vigilance. The background seems to vibrate, flowing with an energy that hums in the air. Without speaking, she raises her hand.

From the tip of her finger flows a network of runes, forming a perfect cube-shaped field that locks the entire area around Fitran and Beelzebub. The color of the field is neither red nor blue, but colorless—as if it erases the entire spectrum to reveal only one truth. Waves of invisible energy vibrate, creating a resonance that seems to be felt by every soul around.

"You will be tested."

The voice is crystal clear, slicing through the silence with profound arrogance. Her words resonate within the soul, igniting fear and hope at once, challenging Fitran's courage. "This is the First Pillar."

"Dogma: Any love that does not produce a unified form... is flawed."

"And flaws must be healed... or discarded."

Fitran stands within the field, feeling the tension penetrating his bones. In the silence, the sound of his heartbeat is loud, as if challenging the stillness that envelops him.

Beelzebub tries to enter but is repelled by the boundary field. She is thrown against the metal wall, blood red-black flowing from her mouth. Though her body is resistant to the highest magic, the field of absolute belief cannot be opposed by strength. It is as if the boundary is a consciousness avoiding chaos.

"I can't join!" she cries, her voice echoing against the empty walls, carrying a sense of loneliness and longing for togetherness.

Fitran nods. "This is not a fight between two people. This is a fight against form." Fitran's voice trembles, full of determination and conviction, making his words penetrate the layers of reality.

The First Binary Saint moves. In her movement, she creates a flow of energy that radiates a sense of peace, separating fragility from strength.

She does not attack with a sword or fire, but with the purification of logic. Every action is calculated, as if she is composing an eternal mathematical poem, transforming energy into unspeakable forms.

In the midst of that mystical field, the air becomes thick with uncertainty and wonder, embracing every emotion buried within the hearts of these warriors.

Fitran gazes at the First Binary Saint with sparkling eyes, yearning for clarity in the darkness of his mind, as if her figure has become part of his own destiny. Meanwhile, Beelzebub, lying weak, feels the vibrations from the depths of her knowledge, where everything can be understood and overcome or, conversely, will only sink deeper into the abyss of sorrow and loss.

Fitran feels a strong pull from around him, as if the universe is opening a path for him to achieve enlightenment or anger.

"What do you want?" he asks in his heart, questioning the force that envelops his entire dimension, hoping to find a glimpse of what he desires in this battle.

As the First Binary Saint moves her hand, the veil blocking his vision seems to lift, giving a glimpse of a deeper reality—where everything is connected by invisible threads, waiting to be touched by decisions.

Fitran is attacked by visions of failed love:

He sees Rinoa crying in front of him, then walking away without looking back.

He sees himself calling, but the voice never reaches.

He sees a rescue attempt that never finishes.

And the voice of the Saint says:

"Is that love?"

"Or just foolishness that you cling to because you fear having no direction?"

Fitran falls silent.

His body trembles.

The next vision appears:

Rinoa says, "I do not love you."

She says it over and over.

Ten thousand times.

And finally... she disappears.

The Saint says:

"That form does not produce unity."

"Then it must be erased."

Fitran begins to waver, his gaze confused and empty while the world around him seems to vibrate against the somber tones that envelop him. The light that once illuminated the room slowly dims, resembling a lantern that is almost extinguished. Outside the window, the shadows of dusk encircle the horizon, creating a gray atmosphere that scorches hope.

The Origin Code in his hand fades. The Voidwright runes on his body seem to lose power, and he feels it—all the strength he once boasted is now gone. He can hear Beelzebub's voice outside the bars screaming, her desperate way echoing in his mind, as if reminding him of why he still stands in this place.

"Fitran! Remember why you are still standing!" That voice shakes his heart, piercing through the fog of despair that surrounds him. And in the strange calm, as the external world seems to envelop him in a draining silence, Fitran opens his eyes, as if reborn into consciousness.

He gazes at the cold face of the Saint. In that silent gaze, there is an unspoken depth—a wisdom that holds fragility. And he answers:

"Love... does not always produce unity."

"Love is not a result."

"Love... is a process."

Like a mantra, every word he utters carries a resonant power, transforming the space around him into a field of energy that dances. New runes appear in the air, glowing with soft colors closely related to the soul that clings to hope.

But not from the Origin Code.

Rather from Rinoa's soul that lives within Fitran, as if he is breaking through existential boundaries, intertwining himself with the eternity of love even though separated by dimensions. The energy flows, merging sorrow and strength, creating a mystical image like stars moving in the night sky.

咎愛 (Togai – Accused Love)

This magic... is not an attack.

But an unneeded confession.

Fitran embraces the shadow that emerges from the attack of logic—Rinoa who left him. He holds her, even though the shadow's body does not respond, even though her face rejects. In the cold void of space, the atmosphere feels full of tension—as if time has stopped and every second slows down. The soft light from the floating runes inspires a mystical aura that envelops them, the war between hope and rejection uniting in silence.

And he says:

"If you do not love me... it will not change my love for you."

The Saint's system trembles.

The Dogma of One Reality— which only recognizes reciprocal relationships—cannot comprehend love that endures despite rejection. In that moment, Rinoa's shadow trembles, as if facing an unspoken wave of emotions. The alienation feels so real, the noisy voice from Fitran's heart colliding with the system's inability to understand the depth of his feelings.

"Contradiction."

"Illogical."

"Cannot be classified."

Fitran writes one last symbol:

⊄

("Not a subset.")

A symbol of love that does not originate from the same system, yet still exists in the same world.

The First Binary Saint... begins to crack. A gentle crack, as if the sound of ceramics no longer able to bear the weight of the history that has befallen it.

"Love does not need to be reciprocated to be true," Fitran says. "And unity is not the only form of success." Fitran's voice echoes, as if touching the layers of wounded souls, awakening the hope that has been held back between them.

The Saint explodes into a light of numbers—not because defeated, but because the system can no longer contain the accepted failure. The light dances among the shadows of sorrow, creating new patterns that dazzle every part of the darkness.

Beelzebub falls to her knees, tears streaming from her many eyes. Those tears seem to flow with all the stories that have ever been stored, adding weight to the burden of feelings she carries.

"He... really did it." Beelzebub's voice trembles, caught between acceptance and denial, while the walls of reality begin to crumble around her.

Fitran stands in the fading field, his body beginning to glow softly, not because of power... but because of tranquility. In that silence, he feels every frequency of the world, every pulse of life interconnected.

The other six Saints stand expressionless. Tension creeps between them, trapped in a display of time that seems to slow down, creating an unspoken moment.

The second Saint steps forward. Her steps are powerful, yet feel heavy, as if this journey is a blend of hope and uncertainty.

On her face: 0. A number that signifies emptiness, yet also unlimited potential, symbolizing everything that is yet to be measured.

She opens her mouth. The space around her seems to be sucked into tension, as if the universe is waiting for the words that will shake her.

"Pillar Two."

"Dogma: Only those without will may be accepted by the system."

"Will is a form of rejection against order."

Fitran prepares. His heart trembles, recalling every lesson, every principle taught, realizing that this is not just a physical battle, but a war of discourse between hope and reality.

The next Chapter will be harsher.

But he knows now... When the light dazzles and shadows dance, there is strength in solitude, a bond that transcends all calculations.

He is not alone.