Memory of Heaven:Romance Written By Fate Through Beyond Infinity Time-Chapter 568 The Cry That Cracked the Glyph

Her body still trembled, each heartbeat seemed to express an extraordinary tension. Her breath was heavy and intermittent, reflecting the struggle she had just experienced. Her left hand clutched a wet cloth, stained with blood and amniotic fluid, while her right hand lay limply at her side like a leaf blown by the wind.

However, her face... was peaceful, as if all the pain of the world had demanded a price: the price of a child.

Fitran knelt beside her, his body drenched in sweat and unrestrained tears. In his embrace, he cradled something very small yet incredibly precious, a life that had just been born.

A baby girl.

Her hair was fine and silvery, as if made of light that radiated peace. Her skin was pale yet glowing, giving the impression that she was a gift from heaven. Her eyes were still closed, and her first cry was held back, waiting for the perfect moment to color the world that awaited her.

Fitran gazed at that tiny face, flooded with feelings that were hard to name—deep fear, profound love, and indescribable awe. Fear gripped his heart, that perhaps this baby was too pure for a world full of challenges and difficulties.

"Elyra... it's me. Your father," he said softly, his voice gliding gently into the air, like a protective mantra resonating in the quiet night. "We have waited for this moment with great hope, the moment you were born into a world filled with challenges and wonders."

He slowly bowed down, touching his soft lips to the baby's forehead. As his touch met the skin as cold as morning dew, it felt as if a magical current flowed, making the air around them vibrate with a supernatural energy full of mystery.

"You are the light in the darkness, my daughter. Let every cry of yours shake the heavens and make every corner of the world hear your existence," Fitran continued, his voice trembling with deep emotion. "No one will hurt you. I will protect you, even from the darkness that may lurk behind the veil of this world."

And as if she could hear that call full of love—

Her first cry was very soft, like a gentle whisper born from uncertainty.

But as that cheerful sound emerged... time fractured.

Around them, ancient glyphs carved on stones and ruins began to tremble, a gentle rumble conveying an old tale. They did not glow with magic, but rather because of the sound that resonated in the heart. Suddenly, the air felt heavier, as if all the ethereal beings, from the strongest to the weakest, were waiting with hope in the pressing silence.

The resonance of birth.

One by one, the old stone walls gently split apart. The air echoed with an unspoken ancient language. The ancient symbols carved on the altar of the Temple of Reversal blossomed with new life, forming the first sentence ever written for Elyra: "From darkness, light shall be born."

"This is not a child from the world you know."

"But she will become a new world."

"Listen, Beelzebub," Fitran said, his voice resonating with a deep vibration, firm yet gentle like morning dew touching leaves. "Elyra is not just a child; she is hope born from darkness. She carries immeasurable strength, and I will protect her, even if I must face the darkness that threatens."

Far to the north, in the proud and mysterious Tower of Atlantis, an old Archmagus stopped reading an ancient manuscript. He lifted his head, sensing the unspoken vibration—a cry that did not pass through the ears, but flowed through the glyphs etched in the soul. "Something is rising from the darkness," he hissed, as if speaking to the shadows that lurked in his vision, as if knowing the secrets hidden behind the veil of time.

To the south, in the desert of the former Babylonian Kingdom, ancient tomb guards watched as golden sand formed dancing spiral patterns, radiating white light from within the earth. "This is a sign," whispered one of the guards, staring with wide eyes full of fear and awe. "This light... it invites both good and evil."

In the sky, near the boundary of the Gamma dimension, the Void Entities that had long slumbered in darkness finally opened their secret-filled eyes. "It's time to choose, as you taught me," Beelzebub whispered, her voice resonating with a mix of arrogance and deep doubt. "But we must be prepared for the consequences." In the silence that enveloped them, nothing more needed to be said. They understood. Something that was once impossible now existed.

And in the dimension between realities—the world where Chronos, Qayin, and Joanna were trapped in frozen time—Elyra's name was beautifully written in star patterns, glowing with the hope of a new birth.

Fitran was moved, his soul vibrating with deep gratitude. "You have brought new light into this darkness," he said softly to Beelzebub, expressing a strong desire to protect what had just been born. He held Elyra tightly against his bare chest, their skin touching closely, and the little one squirmed, clenching her tiny fists as if wanting to grasp the world, as if she knew how significant she was to them. "Look, Beelzebub, she is so strong... like a light that never goes out," he added, his voice flowing with a mix of pride and a desire to protect.

Beelzebub slowly awakened, her eyes feeling heavy yet wet with tears. As she gazed at the baby's face, it was as if her shattered body gained new strength just from the presence of that tiny creature. "She is our remaining hope," Beelzebub's words echoed softly yet firmly in the silent room, as if the voice was meant to reach the entire universe.

"She... is crying?"

"Yes," Fitran replied, tears streaming down his cheeks, his voice trembling with emotion. "Her cries rewrite the world, creating a new melody amidst the chaos."

Beelzebub laughed while sobbing, warmth of love filling the space between them. She opened her arms with extraordinary tenderness, showing how deep her transformation was. "May I hold her?" she asked, in a tone full of hope.

Fitran placed Elyra on Beelzebub's chest. The baby immediately nestled gently towards Beelzebub's heartbeat, as if aware of the profound bond between them. "Finally, we both become one," Fitran said, hope and love clearly resonating in his voice, like a soft melody in Beelzebub's ears.

Her cries gradually ceased. She slept, cradled in magical peace, her face calm like a newly born star. Outside, the wind whispered softly, as if celebrating this new birth, flowing like an ancient song told through the mystical.

And the world... began to change. The stars shone brighter, as if witnessing this sacred moment with awe. As Fitran examined his daughter's body, he noticed a small glyph glowing faintly beneath Elyra's shoulder, a symbol that had never appeared in the history of any magic, promising wonders yet to be revealed.

The shape of the glyph was spiral, yet open. It opened upward, resembling roots seeking the sky, rising full of hope as if wanting to touch the stars above.

"Lux Inherita?" Fitran murmured, his eyes sharp with curiosity and deep amazement. "No... this... this is not just a legacy glyph. This... is the Glyph of Continuity."

A symbol that this child does not inherit the sins of the previous world—but becomes the foundation for creating a new world.

"I never thought I would feel... complete," Beelzebub whispered, her eyes shining with bright hope. "Once I felt empty. Then you came. Then Elyra..."

Fitran gazed at the star-filled sky, the twinkling starlight dancing above, creating a magical atmosphere around them. "I once loved a woman lost between worlds—and now I love a woman who makes this world worth existing again," he said with a voice that was firm yet gentle, filled with deep emotion. "We must protect Elyra, Beelzebub. She is our hope."

Beelzebub held her baby tightly, tears of joy flowing down her cheeks like refreshing morning dew. "She will be the light... even if the world tries to extinguish it," she said, her voice trembling with deep emotion, full of conviction. "She is the manifestation of everything we fight for."

Fitran nodded, gently touching Beelzebub's shoulder, channeling support and boundless hope. "And we will protect her. Together," he asserted, his eyes shining with promises and commitment. As he spoke, a warm magical aura began to envelop them, like a gentle embrace from a colorful world, as if the universe celebrated the birth of their daughter with indescribable joy. In the distance, the last silhouette of the shattered Umbra-Khalid looked on with a gaze full of hatred, trapped in the remnants of a broken dimension beneath the shadows of the Philistines.

"She was born..." he murmured, his voice like the whisper of a dry wind full of hatred and helplessness.

"And the sky has not burned them... then I know... defeat is near," he said with a painful melancholic tone, as if sensing the dark threat drawing closer from the depths of the world's darkness. Between hope and despair, their fate was tightly woven in the fragile thread of time, creating a story waiting to be revealed.