Hum.....HUMM..... HUMMM!!!!
As Aurora began playing the harp, she didn't do anything special to begin. It was only a simple… but chilling tone.
The notes were slow, low, and haunting — each one lingering in the air like a whisper that refused to fade.
The melody was subtle at first, almost gentle, but it carried an undercurrent that made the skin crawl.
And all the beings in the grand hall started to feel it.
Immediately, a growing sense of unease settled over the crowd.
Their shoulders tensed, conversations quieted....
Some guests even shifted in their seats, suddenly unable to sit still. It felt like something was impending — like the calm before a storm that no one could see coming.
In the back of the hall, Male stood alone, sipping from a glass of deep crimson wine.
He watched Aurora with narrowed eyes, his long black hair framing his pale face. The talk of "Gods" and the Ineffable Pantheon left a bitter taste in his mouth.
