Come, traveler passing by, Lord Su Ming'an.
Are the key and the Holy Sword ready? Have the necessary elements in the Cat Box for 'slaying the Demon King' been prepared?
The stage is set, I know you can do it.
Please give me your hand, I invite you to meet the Goddess together...
...
The beautifully lined jaw rested on the pearwood-colored violin rest, the blond man drawing the strings. He closed his eyes, draped in the luxurious robes of the Pope, the Holy Emblem embroidered in gold and silver threads shimmering with sacred luster in the light.
Beneath the dazzling dome, beside him was the corpse of his brother.
The bow was held by slender fingers, placed on the strings, and the melody flowed out like a sigh.
It was Dvorak's "Songs My Mother Taught Me".
Su Ming'an's sensitive ears caught the familiar tunes, he looked up, gazing at the radiant high platform.
