Memory of Heaven:Romance Written By Fate Through Beyond Infinity Time-Chapter 420 The Blood That Calls the Name — Rui and Joanna’s fight

Chapter 420 - 420 The Blood That Calls the Name — Rui and Joanna's fight

The Battle of Will

She was merely the silent backdrop of two wills that now repelled each other, calling out, attacking one another. The ground where they stood had turned into a path of curses, filled with traces of blood and burnt incantations.

Rui stood with a body that was beginning to lose its human form. Her skin was dark-veined, like a river of sin bursting from her pores. Her eyes no longer recognized Joanna. All that remained was the voice of Qayin, the first murderer.

Joanna stood across from her. Her breath was heavy, her robe torn, her wings partially broken. But the fire of her will still burned.

This was not a battle between good and evil.

This was a battle between recognition and rejection, an unavoidable struggle where identity and desire met in a chilling chaos. As Rui raised her hand, a terrifying darkness enveloped the sky, as if the buzzing wind united with her rage, blowing away fragments of shadows that surged from the night creature trapped in sorrow.

Rui lifted her hand, the voice that emerged from her mouth like the rumble of thunder breaking the silence. "Awaken, dormant power!" In an instant, a red light ignited from her hand, forming swirling vessels of energy like a storm.

With every movement, waves of heat spread, creating an illusion of a battlefield that vibrated around her. This was a power that could change the course of fate, a spell that called forth evil forces to flow into her. In this world, everything was governed by symbols held tightly.

「逆命刃・血盟終断」

Gyakumeijin: Ketsumei Shūdan

(Sword of Reversed Fate: Blood Oath Breaker)

The slash targeted not only Joanna's body but also sliced through the threads of their souls. The bond between them—once built through shared suffering—was severed one by one. Each attack seemed to create a storm that shook their souls, reminding them of every beautiful moment intertwined in memories, now threatened to shatter as time passed, thus triggering a question: could they still find their way back to each other's hearts? freёwebnoѵel.com

Joanna screamed. But not because of physical wounds. In the midst of the roaring emotions, her scream became a symbol of the unbearable inner struggle.

But because the world tried to force them to become enemies. Like a dark, cloudy sky, despair enveloped their feelings, making it hard to see the light of hope.

Joanna raised both her hands, even though one arm was already broken. As she prepared to fight with all her strength, the light gathering in her palms shone brightly, as if calling forth power from nature.

"Sanctus Inferra: Vow of the Fallen Flame"

(Oath of the Fallen Flame)

This magic burned all the memories that made her want to give up, turning them into fuel to create a shield from the flames of sorrow. This blazing fire not only provided physical protection but also granted mental strength; shielding her heart from the burning pain and fear. This positive energy flowed like lava from a rising volcano, creating a wall of fire that provided renewed spirit and courage to fight, while also creating space for the dormant hope to flare up again.

White-red light exploded around her. Her body was not fully protected, but her soul endured.

"Rui... I will not kill you..."

"But I will not let you kill me."

Rui attacked with her bare hands.

Joanna parried with the magic sword—Lumina Seraphin, a remnant of Michael's flame.

Their clash was not an ordinary duel.

Every blow from Rui contained the name Qayin.

Every slash from Joanna contained the name Rui that she still believed existed.

Blood spilled. Screams echoed. But neither backed down.

Rui pressed Joanna to the ground and whispered a curse spell:

"Nocturnia Fraternum: Blade of Cain's Rejoinder"

As if hearing that call, the dark sky suddenly darkened. Black clouds gathered, swirling like a raging storm, emitting dangerous flashes of light. A terrifying shadow appeared behind Rui—a scythe-like form made of the dark night, merging with her displaced soul.

This spell, born from pain and surrender, absorbed the essence of Rui's power. In an instant, the weapon was unleashed, penetrating Joanna's body, making her feel as if her soul was being cleaved by darkness. Every movement sharpened the pain stemming from old conflicts, stirring energy from the deepest place in Joanna's heart. Above them, the storm roared angrily, creating a terrifying silence before the wave of darkness that would destroy everything.

This spell attacked directly at the heart—the place where love and brotherhood resided. If successful, Joanna would consider Rui her true enemy. Every word spoken was filled with power that could tear apart deep emotional bonds, creating an inner storm raging within the soul. The rainbow of hope that once existed was now snatched away, trapped in the dark whirlpool of her curse, as if there was no way back, leaving behind an emptiness that threatened to take everything.

Joanna held back the magic with one sentence:

"You... are more than blood."

Then she unleashed her own forbidden spell:

"Evangeline Lux: Tear of the Remembering Flame"

After uttering those words, as if sunlight tore through the darkness of the sky, Joanna's tears ignited into a spear of light, resembling a flash of lightning that shot forth carrying new hope. It pierced directly into the heart of Qayin's energy within Rui, penetrating doubt and uncertainty.

Rui's body fell. Staggering.

Qayin roared from within her:

"You... why won't you kill me?! I give you power! I give you a place!"

Qayin's voice echoed, as if voicing thunder that shook, trying to pull Rui back into the darkness. There was a deep pain in every word he spoke, as if he struggled against the emptiness threatening to consume him.

Rui gritted her teeth.

"You... only give a hole that grows deeper."

"But she... gives me light to escape from it."

Yet, Qayin did not give up easily; his courage was born from deep darkness, trying to reclaim control over Rui, as if there were no limits to his evil power.

Rui's blood began to boil.

Her body rose again—worse, more damaged, more inhuman, as if she had become one with the darkness that neutralized all remaining humanity within her.

Half of Rui's face now bore Qayin's visage: cracked skin, bleeding eyes, a smile that carried the history of the first human sin.

"If you won't kill her... then I will do it myself."

And she leaped at Joanna—bringing forth the ultimate magic.

"Mark of Enoch Denied: Final Brother's Wrath"

This magic created a shadow of Abel's death, Qayin's brother, and used it as a terrifying weapon to force Joanna to feel the death of betrayed love, as if history was repeating itself with unexpected power.

As this spell was uttered, the sky above them darkened, as if listening to the call of the wounded soul. The wind blew fiercely, carrying dark fragments swirling around Joanna and Rui, as if dancing in deep sorrow.

Joanna tried to withstand the magic with her own body.

The shadow spear of Abel pierced her shoulder.

Blood gushed.

Yet she stood.

"Do you think love is weak? Do you think love will be defeated by history?"

Every word from Joanna seemed to blaze with spirit, challenging the fate shaped by Qayin's power. The fire blazing in her heart seemed to create an invisible shield, holding back the onslaught of darkness that attacked her.

"Love... is the only reason you can still speak."

They ran towards each other.

Two final spells were prepared.

Joanna and Rui slashed at each other, piercing, destroying everything that remained between them.

Fire and shadow met in a fierce battle, the sound of released magic creating a dangerous harmony between them. On one side, there was a blazing red flash from Joanna's power; on the other, thick darkness awaited to consume everything.

And just as the final attack was about to occur—

Light burst forth from Rui's body.

This beam of light enveloped the area around, creating beautiful images mingled with dark shadows. The light seemed to dance amidst the storm, trying to dispel all darkness, filling the space with unexpected hope and calling forth the resurrection of lost souls.

Yet this was not Joanna's will, who fought for love and the desire to save Rui. Nor was it Qayin's will, bound in darkness and vengeance. But something unknown, perhaps a power born from sacrifice and hope waiting to be awakened in this moment.

Not Qayin either.

But something unknown...