Memory of Heaven:Romance Written By Fate Through Beyond Infinity Time-Chapter 393 Seed of Time, Split Blood

Spiral Cracked Land—a liminal space only accessible to those who have once denied their own destiny. The winds here do not blow in one direction; instead, they twist and swirl in invisible whirlpools. Time does not flow here; it stops, then rewinds, then advances, akin to a lost heartbeat. Every breath of wind carries whispers from the past, the histories of forgotten nations, unsatisfied wars, and protections lifted from ruins. The desire to change the boundaries of fate feels overwhelming, but it is only for those brave enough to step into the mystery shrouding this place, where the lines between time and space appear blurred and full of potential for self-discovery.

And in the midst of the whirlpool stands Joanna.

Her golden hair flickered like a frozen flame. Her black-and-white robe—symbols of Time and Chaos—gently trembled under the breath of a magic that could not even be named. Behind her, the clawed hourglass—glyph of the Codex Harmonia—was etched in the air like an unhealed wound. Every stroke of the glyph vibrated with tension, radiating a glimmer of light that held memories of a titanic battle among the nations seeking refuge under the aegis of time; all those struggles were to reclaim control over their destiny. Joanna felt the weight of that history, as if she were part of a story she had never written, hinting that the burden of historical responsibility and collective identity often rests heavily on the shoulders of the next generation.

She slowly opened her eyes as she sensed a presence that was unfamiliar yet deeply familiar.

Rui.

As the thick fog rolled around her, it seemed to contain many secrets ready to be unveiled. The air was enveloped in the aroma of distant cooking, a scent intertwined with hope and loss.

Joanna stood still as Rui approached through the fog of time. In that moment, it felt like the entire world had come to a halt. The boy—no, the young man—had changed. His eyes seemed to hold two conflicting worlds within them. There was an unexplainable wound, the remnants of battles he should never have faced. Yet, beyond that, there was a new strength, an undefined aura as if it were preparing to summon a greater power, emphasizing that within every trauma, there lies the potential for transformation and growth.

"I knew you would come," Joanna said softly, her voice flowing like a symphony that evoked longing.

Rui looked at her. There was no surprise on her face, just exhaustion, as if the long journey had worn down her hopes, leaving only a shadow of the person she thought she was meant to be.

"I can no longer walk my path alone. I want... to go to the Alpha world," she confessed, her tone laced with desperation, like a cry from the depths of her heart yearning for connection.

"Why?"

"I want to meet them," she replied. "The ones who chose to fight even knowing they would lose. I want to know... if I am part of them." In his words, there was a flicker of hope to uncover a lost identity, buried within the darkness of mystery.

Joanna nodded, tears threatening to spill from the corners of her eyes. She fully understood the journey ahead; she felt it deeply within her heart. freewёbnoνel.com

"Then you know the consequences," she said.

"I do," replied Rui, struggling to affirm her commitment despite the creeping fear within her heart.

They sat on the timeless stone—a nameless material that existed between dimensions. The only sound was the unseen ticking of a clock, symbolizing a journey without end.

Finally, Rui asked, "You know about Qayin, right?"

"I know," Joanna answered. "I've seen him in the cracks of time. I've witnessed the destruction he can bring. Qayin is a mirror of our own fears, a figure that evokes the dark shadows of the past we prefer to avoid." With a hoarse voice, she continued, "He's not just an enemy; he's a distorted version of ourselves."

"I'm not him. But I'm not entirely myself either," said Rui, his voice trembling. A struggle between the desire to fight and the sense of despair warmed the atmosphere.

Joanna gazed deeply into his eyes, attempting to breach the walls behind them. She felt as if she were looking into a vast ocean, where storms and peace were at war.

"That's why I've been waiting here," she thought, strengthening his resolve to protect.

"What do you mean?" Rui asked, intrigued and confused.

Joanna looked down, her voice soft yet resonant:

"Because I am your sister, Rui." Her words floated gently like a breeze, yet they shattered the thick silence, adding a profound emotional layer to the confession. A tumult rose in Rui's heart; the statement stirred feelings he had long buried and awakened memories of a closeness that might have once existed between them, despite being separated by time and dark fates.

Rui froze, as if time itself was contemplating the confession that had just been uttered.

"What?"

"Our mothers are different," Joanna continued. "Your mother is Iris, the queen of Gaia. My biological mother is Sheena, a woman cursed by time and love."

Rui was momentarily stunned, as shadows of the past flitted through her mind, reminding her of the tales her grandfather had told in a trembling voice about their lineage. "Gaia," Rui said, "Isn't that the kingdom that has long been destroyed?" Her breath caught as she recalled the legends of her ancestors, realizing that every legend contains truths that may have been forgotten but still live on in the collective memory of society.

In this world, the gamma nation does not exist. Heaven Wars never happened, so the conflicts that arose were due to disputes between the Earth and Gaia. Amidst the dust and ruins, history left deep scars on the souls of its peoples. The great war caused severe destruction across the land. The Earth nation won the war, annihilating all of Gaia's inhabitants, and silence replaced the once vibrant life. Rinoa rescued Iris's child from the pursuit of the Earth nation and cared for her, forging an unbreakable bond thick with sadness and secrets, creating a narrative of sacrifice dedicated to the survival of a generation while simultaneously illustrating the profound impact of the conflict that ravaged the world.

"I am a child of that kingdom," Rui said. "Aunt Rinoa never told me," she added, her soft voice breaking the silence as if it were echoing the wind whispering among the trees that grew in that dark land, nurturing the past.

"...Impossible." Rui's voice cracked, filled with deep doubt. She felt caught between truth and imagination, a fragile bridge between memory and reality.

"Fitran is our father," Joanna said, looking at Rui with a conviction that made her heart race.

"Fitran? My father," Rui replied, grappling with the shocking revelation.

The world around Rui suddenly felt unstable. The light trembled. The air grew heavy. The echoes of the wind rolled and twisted, as if conveying a faint message from another dimension that had slipped from human memory. An aura of unease saturated the atmosphere, and the sky, usually clear, darkened with ominous clouds as if it shared in this disquiet.

Joanna did not look away. She gazed at Rui with soft yet unwavering eyes. Perhaps she understood that within Rui's heart, there raged a storm far fiercer than any uncertainty currently cluttering his mind. For a moment, Joanna envisioned how her family's history wove into the fabric of eternity, filled with sacrifices and unspoken pain, challenging them to summon the courage to face the legacy that had been left behind.

"I know you doubt me. But look at your spiral heirloom. See the cracks? They are remnants of the threads of time that have been forced to intertwine—you and me... born from two branches that were never meant to unite." Her voice was soft yet firm, bringing the buried historical scenario to the surface, as if resurrecting the battle between nations yearning for power in the Eternal battlefield.

"What do you mean I... shouldn't even exist?" Rui felt cornered, questioning her existence amidst the time that has turned and the conflicts that have brought so much suffering. In that statement lay a profound reflection on her identity and purpose in life, indicating that one's sense of self-worth is often linked to a larger historical context.

"Not like that." Joanna stepped closer. "You... are a possibility yet to be realized. I am the remnants of an old will. Neither of us is a mistake. But we are also not a coincidence." For a moment, a yearning flowed between them, a longing for a future that could be shaped if only this world would embrace differences with open arms.

Rui closed her eyes. She struggled to piece together the scattered fragments of her thoughts, trying to unearth the deep pain within. In the darkness of her mind, she could see the shadows of war ghosts that had separated many souls, birthing a grudge that may have existed since her birth.

"So all of this... all my suffering... is because I am the offspring of an illegitimate path?"

"No. It is because the world does not know how to embrace new possibilities, especially those who are not like everyone else."

Rui stood up. He appeared more mature than before, as if a new ray of light illuminated his previously confused face. Around them, shadows trembled, reflecting the tension flowing in his words, hinting at a profound inner transformation and the realization that he possessed the power to change his own course despite being trapped in a complicated legacy.

"Then help me reach the Alpha world. I need to know... if I can have a future there."

Joanna nodded. "But this journey will penetrate the foundations of time. If Qayin still lives within you, this journey could awaken him, and we must be prepared to face the consequences." She reached for a cloak draped over her shoulder, feeling the magical essence woven into the fabric, and envisioned a lost world that might become Rui's destiny. This underscored that the catalyst for change is not solely about the destination, but also about the journey itself and the challenges that will be encountered along the way.

"I will bear the risks."

Joanna extended her hands. A time glyph appeared, spinning like an ancient calendar wheel. The rotation of the glyph emitted a soft yet sharp light, awakening memories from the past trapped within the web of time. Around them, colossal clocks began to emerge from the empty air, turning their hands backward and slicing through space, producing a rumbling sound reminiscent of ancient wars that once shook the world.

"This is the gateway to the Alpha world," Joanna said, her voice ringing clear yet soft, like a melody that spoke to the soul. "But before you step through, there's one more thing you must understand. There, time does not flow as it does here. Every decision you make can reshape your destiny and affect many other souls, including those who may seem uninvolved. Remember, this journey is not just about yourself; it's about all the souls influenced by your presence, those you may encounter on a path yet to be revealed."

"What?"

Joanna took a deep breath.

"Qayin... is not a foreign entity. He is a part of Void Genesis—the consequence of a promise unfulfilled by our father. And that curse... stems from decisions made not by you, but by those who were meant to maintain balance; a reminder that every action has repercussions that far exceed just the individual."

Longing and frustration crossed Joanna's face as she recalled her dark past. The history of this world is marked by relentless battles, where nations clash for power and resources, leaving scars on the land that should be fertile. In her memory, every conflict was not merely about victory or defeat, but about the forgotten human stories and their impact on the future.

Rui murmured, "So I was shaped by mistakes... by sins that are not inherently mine?"

Joanna shook her head.

"You were shaped by sacrifice. And now, you have a choice: to continue it... or to end it." With this statement, Joanna emphasized the essence of the power of choice, inviting Rui to reflect not only on his past but also on the potential wrapped up in every decision made by anyone involved in the cycle of evil and goodness.

With her final incantation, Joanna raised her hand, creating a large rift in the air. The rustling sound of invisible winds added to the magical atmosphere as the rift opened, releasing a mysterious aura that seemed to bring ancient tales into a new light. Beyond it lay a vast expanse of blue earth dotted with shimmering crystal trees, as if made from the glow of twilight, and a sky bathed in ethereal light.

Alpha World.

Rui gazed at it, feeling the tranquility and wonder enveloping the place make her heart tremble. "Aren't you coming?"

"I will follow, but my path through time... is more winding than yours. There are things I must resolve here. Jeanne... my mother... and my own destiny." Her voice rose, evoking memories and hinting at an internal struggle she had yet to fully complete.

Rui nodded, choosing not to ask further questions.

Yet, just before stepping into the portal, he turned back. The look in his eyes hinted at doubt and hope, a blend of confusion swirling within.

"I don't know what to call you. Joanna? My sister?" Rui asked, uncertainty dancing in her voice as she grappled with the complexities of their newfound relationship.

Joanna smiled gently, the warmth in her smile spreading like sunlight breaking through dark clouds.

"Call me... home, if you're weary." Her voice flowed gently, promising comfort amidst the uncertainties of the spinning world around them.

Rui closed his eyes and stepped inside. In an instant, he felt the shift of dimensions pulling him toward a destiny yet unknown.