Memory of Heaven:Romance Written By Fate Through Beyond Infinity Time-Chapter 400 Wings Embedded in Light — Michael’s Awakening

The Omega Sky fades. The Black Sun, which usually glows with wild silence, now pulsates erratically, as if resisting its own will. This is not merely magic or a curse; it is light that cannot be returned to darkness, symbolizing hope trapped between light and shadow.

In the tense silence, the wind whispers like a murmur from the past, as if the world holds its breath, waiting for answers about the creeping darkness. Rui lies unconscious, her body burned by forbidden techniques. Joanna stands before her, time entwining around her, and the soul of Jeanne—now merged—still vibrates in her breath. But something much deeper begins to stir.

It does not come from Chronos.

Rather, it comes from above.

Within the cracks of time and fading will, a voice resonates within Joanna's chest—not merely an echo of memories, but an ancient declaration that has been sealed: this voice trembles the heavens and touches forgotten corners of the soul, as if preparing the world for a great transformation.

"Joanna Fate, Heir of the Spiral, Protector of Time, and... Bearer of the Light of Peace."

"Rise, as the right hand of Heaven."

Joanna gasps, her body feeling as if it might shatter under the weight of the profound calling. She feels a piercing pain, like a thousand thorns pushing through her skin, but it is not from suffering—instead, it is from the calling that cements her destiny.

From her back, slowly, a pair of giant wings of light began to grow. Each strand of its energy vibrated, holding the power of all that is sacred. Not feathers, but strands of pure energy formed like glowing pages of a heavenly book. Each strand radiated sacred writings never before seen in any world. In that moment, deep within Joanna, a mantra slowly revealed itself: "Light is hope; hope is strength."

Michael.

One of the Seven Heavenly Virtues.

The Virtue of Courage and Guardian of Heavenly Justice.

Joanna's entire body transformed. Her robe melted into a golden-white light, emitting a soft sound as if praying to the entire universe. Her eyes were no longer just ordinary gold but glowed blue like a sky never touched, as if holding the secrets of the entire cosmos. The emblem of the clock on her chest evolved into a glowing circle, with seven fragments of virtue surrounding its center, each fragment shimmering with a grand power that instilled hope.

A voice from the sky—an unnamed voice that might be the Word itself—spoke through her body, resonating within her soul:

"Chronos, you who attempt to consume time itself... it is time to confront the right hand of Light."

And the dark sky shattered with the golden blaze from Michael's wings, as if creating many new suns radiating peace. The atmosphere thickened with tension. The fragrance of time felt thin, and every second resembled a newborn baby emerging from darkness. Fragments of Chronos roared, trapped in a loop of emptiness, where the flow of time halted momentarily to reckon with its fate.

His form could not contain that light. The time around him began to constrict, like a longing held too long. Broken clocks started to melt away as a symbol of defeat. Memories he had stored for eons crumbled in an instant, producing a suffocating pain, as if cast into an ocean of void. He attempted to retreat to the past, but Michael's light illuminated him beyond time, burning him with an unquenchable hope.

"Sword of Aegios: Decisive Cut."

Joanna raised her hand, gathering strength in her palm. A sword formed from sacred inscriptions—its length reaching the sky, shimmering with divine light. With a single swing, she severed three threads of time from the body of the fragment of Chronos, ending the resurrection of memories that could obliterate the sovereignty of light.

The fragment crumbled, silent screams escaping it, and within the shattered pieces lay lost hope. However...

The heavens could not endure. Darkness enveloped the world, and a heavy breath signaled sorrow, reminiscent of the tense atmosphere before a storm. The Black Sun began to open, a gateway to a deeper darkness that carried all fears ever known.

From its central vortex emerged the original body of Chronos, creating a pulsating vibration that resonated with the souls of those present. With each movement, arrogance and rage were apparent, as if time itself suffered under the looming burden of evil.

The sky shattered like glass struck from within. A rumbling sound shook space and time, as if the universe itself moaned in panic. The black sun collapsed into a vortex of emptiness, and from within it, something that defied description in size or form descended.

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It took on no human form. It was a fusion of all clocks, all ages, and all the wills that had ever been left behind. Every second trapped in silence was etched onto its dusky visage, creating a haunting and simultaneously melancholic image. It resembled a giant statue continually morphing—a body made of fragments of history, of lost cities, and of prayers never answered. Within this chaos lay a tapestry of stories that reminded us of long-forgotten battles, testing the collective strength of human memory.

Its head was covered by a shroud of time, concealing secrets that could shatter the world. From its chest came a heartbeat that was not a simple ticking. Instead, it was the pulsation of every possibility that had ever existed, an echo of dreams unfulfilled. But there was an end.

The Omega World began to melt. Moments were trapped in the modulation of time's rhythm, swirling in an endless dance, creating the illusion that time itself was struggling to separate from reality. Mountains transformed into a sequence of time, as if their lands wept alongside the cracked valleys. The sky became a staircase leading to days yet to come, where hope and fear united with a singular purpose. Water flowed as a record of history, with each drop holding the tales of heroes and guardians who had fought for immortality and against erasure from the collective memory.

And the entire reality began to bow to Chronos. All entities, both good and evil, held their breath, waiting for the judgment of time. Rui struggled to rise, but her body collapsed once more. Every effort felt futile, like swimming against an endless current. Joanna unfurled her wings to shield her, yet even Michael's energy was insufficient to withstand the presence of Chronos' true form.

"Michael..." Joanna whispered, "...please grant me strength once more..." Her inner voice cracked, as if she were pleading with the stars hidden in the darkness, hoping for a miracle.

A voice within her responded:

"Virtue is not granted twice. But your courage... will be enough for one world." The voice radiated warmth, reigniting the flickering flame of bravery within Joanna's heart.

Chronos raised his giant hand, forming an unreadable glyph in the air; the aura of his power spread, transforming the space and time around him into waves of dark energy that exuded a threat to all life:

"Aeternum Ruptura: Nihil Chronologica." The words resonated like thunder in the sky, creating vibrations that pierced the souls of every being that heard them.

In the midst of that soul-shaking transition, she felt the presence of every decision she had ever made—vibrating in memories that threatened to drown her in doubt. But before she could be lost entirely, Michael's wings pulsed one last time, instilling a final hope that not only fortified Joanna's spirit but also rekindled the fighting spirit that was nearly extinguished.

Michael's wings pulsed one last time.

And Joanna grasped the sword of light with both hands. In her vision, the light was not just glowing—it was vibrating; a promise that reaffirmed her existence. With a deep breath, her warrior spirit awakened once more, igniting the flame of determination within her.

"Face me, not my past."

She attacked. Her voice thundered, echoing in Chronos's mind, which threatened with the relentless march of time. Chronos retaliated, but there was a tension, a voice warning: she was not merely fighting an opponent, but defying the very laws of nature.

The clash of two forces: one divine, the other entropy. As Joanna's sword of light met the infusion of time from Chronos, flashes of fire and light danced in the air, crafting a scene so magical and awe-inspiring. Light and time intertwined, creating a cycle that challenged both eternity and fragility.

And in the midst of it all, Joanna realized:

This fight was not about winning.

But to refuse to be forgotten. The voice of her heart resonated, full of passion, lifting her from the lurking darkness. Each attack served as a reminder of what she must fight for, fueling her determination to no longer drown in the shadows of the past.

In the distance, Rui watched Joanna battle in the air, against a figure as vast as the world itself. She felt the tension, as if every struggle pierced her soul. And within her, Qayin's voice rose once more:

"If she falls... I will live again in your form."

And Rui... smiled.

"Then... I will not let her fall."