Aeon of the Hunt: Qianyi, You're the One I've Chosen. Don't Even Think About Running (6K5)

The emotions, will, and power contained within this body were like a blazing sun, nearly scorching her senses. That intensity, that vastness, that incomparable strength made the fingertips drawing her bow tremble involuntarily.

She began to play with even greater effort, trying to feel more of that sunlike brilliance and heat.

As that heat surged through her entire body, she grew even more curious. At the very deepest part of such a powerful being's soul, what kind of breathtaking true melody lay hidden?

"Your Majesty." Theresia noticed Arturo's intentions and gave a soft warning. Her fingertips had already risen; at a single command from Qianyi, she would tie up the Sacota before them and throw her into the Prison of Imprisonment.

"Music is, by nature, an exchange between souls. If a performance cannot even move the voice of my soul, then the performer is nothing more than a mediocre musician playing a third-rate piece." Qianyi signaled for everyone not to interrupt the performance.

"The voice... of the soul..." Arturo's body trembled slightly, and her shattered halo burst forth with an abnormally brilliant light.

Yes! This was it! This was what she had been seeking!

Were you pursuing the same truth as well?!

The primal pulse of life, the purest cry of the soul!!

At that moment, everything within the general's residence seemed to fade of color, leaving only her and Qianyi shining with dazzling radiance. Within her chest surged the overwhelming feeling of Boya meeting Ziqi—of finding a kindred spirit amid lofty mountains and flowing waters.

Qianyi! Let me... let me explore your mind. Let me experience your exquisite conception, let me feel your rising will, let me hear the music blooming within you to its utmost brilliance!

Let my notes fall into your memories, let my melody resound through