As he roared, the man stopped suddenly.
A bewildering sight unfolded before him.
Twelve beams of light descended, illuminating the silhouette of a young girl; each beam corresponded to a girl playing a different instrument—be it strings, woodwind, brass, percussion, or keyboard. Their bodies were slender and alluring, and the sound they played together was exquisite, like the prelude to a grand opening ceremony or an aria before a death scene, long and distant.
When the performance ended, Ning Ran's gaze lifted slightly, and all the blue-haired girls cast their eyes at her, standing up and gracefully curtseying with lifted skirts.
A silver-blue patterned string sword emerged from the darkness, hovering at the man's neck.
The last vision he saw before dying,
was a blood-stained face, breathtakingly beautiful.
