After killing Arista and Faranox, and as the world referred to him by names resonating with devastation—be it "Crown of Ash", "Silent Terminus", or others—Fitran stood at the pinnacle of his fate. Yet there, he found no victory. Only silence, emptiness, and the shadow of Iris, Rinoa's gaze, and a world pleading not to crumble.
With trembling hands, he reached for Rinoa's fading shadow, his breath hitching and voice quivering as he called out, "Rinoa…" The voice shattered, filled with heart-wrenching despair. His body slowly slumped to the ground, shoulders quaking under the weight of tears that would not cease. His expression hardened, desperately trying to contain the pain with tightly shut eyes, holding back the tears that longed to flow. "I have become the end of everything. But if the end could choose to leave... perhaps the world could breathe once more."
"Ultimate Light Magic – Memory of Heaven"
"Memoria Caelorum ....
"I do not send light to illuminate your path. I return your memory of who you are… before you fell into this world."
Memory of Heaven is not a magic for attacking. It is not for saving either. Instead, it is a spell to "remind" the world of itself before it became tarnished.
This magic sacrifices the entirety of Voidwright Magic, even the existence of Fitran as a Voidwright, to create a metaphysical echo of the "lost sky"—a version of reality before destruction, before words lost their meaning, before that empty throne was born.
"A pure sky. Not one tinted by anger, vengeance, or magic."
CONDITIONS AND SACRIFICE: Erasing all Voidwright Essence flowing through Fitran's body, a process that drains the soul and strength, permanently relinquishing his "Ultimate Job," surrendering everything to erase the traces of the lost existence.
The sky split silently. There was no thunder. No storm. Only soft white, like snow touching the last rays of the sun.
A heart-wrenching sense of loss enveloped Fitran, his body trembling as he tried to grasp the fading image of Rinoa. His breaths became labored, interrupted by the deep sorrow he felt. "If the world could dream again… then my dreams no longer need to be real," he uttered with a quivering voice, revealing how shattered his heart truly was.
And from Fitran's being, Void collapsed—not in an explosion, but as an evaporation of meaning. All that remained was the echo of the sky. A sky we never truly see, yet always long for.
Then,
A crack appeared in that sky, depicting a dark dimension as if devouring all light, empty and mysterious.
Fitran's eyes widened as a light pierced through from the depths of that dark dimension. Without hesitation, he soared towards the source of the light, hoping to reach it. Yet, it felt as if an invisible wall obstructed him, a transparent layer rising defensively before his entrance. With all his might, he tried to break through, but the layer remained intact, showing no signs of giving way.
Summoning all his strength, Fitran laughed, his voice cracking in a tone of desperation, "Rinoaaa..." The sound echoed, traversing the void, as if swallowed by the suffocating darkness.
"Rinoaaa ...............
Fitran shouted Rinoa's name into the dark dimension, hoping his voice could pierce through the darkness that enveloped him. Shadows danced around him as if responding to his call, yet no sound returned. His heart raced while his mind was flooded with beautiful memories of Rinoa—the brightness of her smile and the warmth of her laughter. With trembling hands, he reached out to grab Rinoa's fading silhouette, but only touched empty air. As the darkness thickened, Fitran remembered Rinoa's encouraging words: "Never give up, Fitran. Even in the darkest moments, hope always exists." With that memory guiding him, he took a deep breath and stepped further into this mysterious dimension.
A faint light began to emerge before Fitran's eyes, softly pulsating and dancing, drawing his attention. His feet moved instinctively toward the source of the light. Although fear still lurked within him, the hope kindled by Rinoa burned brightly in his heart. He struggled to keep his direction, even as dark shadows seemed intent on dragging him into deeper darkness.
The closer he got to the light, the clearer the figure standing within it became. As Fitran approached, his eyes widened in astonishment. At the edge of the light, he saw Rinoa, her face glowing brightly despite the surrounding darkness. "Fitran!" she called out, her voice flowing like a gentle melody in Fitran's ears.
A wave of relief and joy surged through Fitran, as if the weight he had been carrying lifted instantaneously. However, as his trembling hand reached out to grasp the fading image of Rinoa, he felt a deep pang of loss. "Rinoa! I've been searching for you!" he shouted, his voice quivering and breath hitching, fighting against all the doubts that had momentarily crept in. They were separated by an invisible distance, each yearning for the other. Rinoa extended her hand, as if waiting to pull Fitran into her embrace.
However, suddenly, the wave of darkness that disturbed him felt stronger than ever. Fitran tried to move, but his legs seemed bound by invisible chains. "Fitran, no! Take care of yourself!" Rinoa cried out, watching Fitran fall to the ground. His body descended slowly, shoulders trembling as he struggled to hold back tears, while the darkness tried to engulf him, revealing terrifying faces all around.
In the final moments of his fear, Fitran discovered a light within himself. He closed his eyes for a moment and recalled all the sweet memories they shared together. With all the strength he had left, he shouted, "I will not give up! Rinoa, I will find you!" His voice cracked, echoing with a desperate tone, and in an instant, the world around him trembled with the fiery force of his emotions, while his face hardened, holding back the pain with tightly closed eyes, preventing the tears from flowing.
From within the darkness, specks of light began to shine, revealing the path to Rinoa. His spirit surged, propelling him to stand tall as he dismissed all fears. With determined steps, he pressed forward, penetrating the darkness that sought to hinder him. Yet, a wave of loss surged within him, and he felt a nearly inaudible cry echo in his heart. His trembling hand reached out in an attempt to grasp Rinoa's shadow, which seemed to drift further away. Fitran understood that as long as love and hope resided in his heart, no darkness could extinguish his love for Rinoa. His voice cracked as he called Rinoa's name, the despair resonating in the empty space, "Rinoa!" It was as if his last hope hung precariously on that call.
The dimension closed once again.
Fitran, who had fallen, shut his eyes tightly to hold back the tears.
"Isn't it tragic, even with great power? I cannot save you," Fitran cried out, his heart heavy.
Fitran was taken aback, caught in the painful and hard-to-accept wave of memories.
Within the sealed dimension of Rinoa's memories, the bond between the two of them seemed to be recreated. Rinoa, appearing trapped in the shadows of the past, sensed Fitran's presence for the first time in what felt like an eternity. His voice, though filled with sorrow, resonated softly in that empty space. She felt a sense of comfort, as if she were reliving the beautiful moments they had once shared, despite the painful reality surrounding her. A faint smile emerged on her face, a sign of genuine happiness, although beneath it lay the profound ache of an unavoidable loss.
"Fitran," she whispered softly, as if afraid her voice would shatter this precious moment. "I have been waiting to hear your voice again. With every passing second, I miss you more deeply. All our memories feel trapped in this darkness, and I don't know how to escape. But now, hearing you again makes it feel like I can breathe once more." Rinoa closed her eyes, imagining the laughter and happiness they shared. "Do you remember when we ran to the shoreline? The gentle breeze and the crashing waves seemed to sing a song of freedom for us," she said, her voice trembling. "It all feels so distant now, just a shadow." The absence of Fitran had left a deep scar in her heart. However, hearing his voice once more, even amidst such sorrow, served as a reminder that their love still existed, trapped between time and space. With a choked breath and a voice breaking with pain, Fitran tried to call her name, "Rinoa..." His hands trembled as he reached for the fading image of Rinoa, his body slowly sinking to the ground, shoulders shaking as he fought back tears. His expression hardened, holding back the ache with tightly shut eyes, struggling against the tears that threatened to fall. "I don't want to forget you, not even for a moment. But how can I move on if you haunt every corner of my heart?" he pondered silently, hoping his voice could reach Fitran and convey the weight of longing he felt.
Now, Rinoa has a new motivation, like a prayer that has been answered.
Many creatures still emerge there, and Rinoa raises her sword high.
"Memory of Heaven" is a pure reflection of divine memories—memories locked deep within a person's soul, representing their truest form before being tainted by the mortal world. When this magic is activated, the light that descends not only illuminates but also evokes heavenly nostalgia, revealing fragments of an ancient soul and exposing painful yet magnificent truths.
As these two magics clash,
they will neutralize all magic and effects in that place.
This spell is born from the premise that every living being carries ancient memories of existence before physical birth—memories of paradise, the dimension where souls are formed, and the primordial light that defines the "true self" before the world taints it.
"Memory of Heaven" opens the deepest layers of consciousness, transcending ordinary memory, and touching the soul's memories themselves—beyond time, form, and false identities.
"The world does not make us forget. We ourselves allow the memories of paradise to be buried in order to survive."
When the dimensional rift occurred, the process of transferring the magic of "Memory of Heaven" began with a subtle vibration in the air, as if time and space were resonating together. The magical energy, embedded within the layers of consciousness, started to seep into Rinoa's soul, slipping through the cracks of forgotten memories. In countless fleeting moments, memories that were supposed to be hidden deep within Rinoa's heart began to awaken, as though an invisible hand was reaching out to pull them from the darkness. Beautiful moments shared with Fitran and glimpses of 'heaven' that they once painted in their imagination began to shine once more, albeit in a vague form. The magic created a bridge between two dimensions, allowing Rinoa to feel this beauty, even if it was fragmented and fleeting. This magic reminded Rinoa of the happiness that had once been stripped away by harsh reality, digging up buried emotions and reigniting the hope that had seemingly faded away.
The soothing magic that calms the restless soul is akin to a warm embrace, healing minor traumas and halting temporary outbursts or delusions by presenting primordial memories of happiness that radiate gentle light in the midst of darkness. Rinoa now stands strong like a deeply rooted tree, unyielding in the endless battle. She is determined to wait patiently for the moment when this world finally reaches the long-anticipated end, when the apocalypse arrives.
And ...
All memories of the Voidwright concerning Fitran have been erased from the minds of everyone in the world. However, the deaths that took place will never return.
Fitran has now become an ordinary wizard.
He starts over from scratch, regaining immense power. Fitran does not require much time to obtain it, thanks to his consuming magic.