The notes followed one another, weaving a soft, intoxicating melody.
Iris had closed her eyes, immersing herself completely in her art.
Ronel, however, was not lulled by the music in the slightest. Her attacks did not stop, and her madness did not subside.
Even so, she now struggled to reach Iris, who moved with a dancer's grace, carried by the melody.
To those watching, the confrontation looked less like a fight than a dance.
A silent ball where Iris led, dictating every step, every movement.
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Witnessing the scene, Elizir's eyes filled with tears.
" It's beautiful. "
No one could contradict him. The melody reached everyone without distinction.
Gracia could only express her admiration:
" It's the Méditation from the opera Thaïs, played during the interlude. It tells the story of an inner transformation.
