"Has it already begun?" Sno felt his spirituality surging out of him like madness, yet his fingers continued dancing across the keys. Pleasant notes intertwined, forming a style entirely different from Loen's existing musical structures.
The melody flowed through the air. On the road beneath the Ermida Grand Theater, passersby had already begun stopping to listen. As the most mainstream form of "entertainment" in this era, music was an art that everyone except the utterly destitute could enjoy.
Though North Borough was not as full of the wealthy and noble as West Borough or Empress Borough, it was still one of Backlund's more upscale districts. Precisely because of that, the pedestrians here had the right to enjoy a leisurely, tranquil afternoon.
The True Creator's gaze crossed the ocean and focused on Sno. Even after being restrained, those eyes carrying a frenzied will were enough to drive ordinary people mad on the spot.
However, Sno had gained mental resistance during the Listener stage and often listened to the True Creator's ravings. He had long since adapted to such flamboyant, frenzied spirituality. That stimulating yet dangerous gaze instead became a fine brew to heighten his performance.
Mm, as if he had downed two bottles of Water of Life.
With a slight dizzy feeling, Sno's fingers spun ever more wildly. The initially gentle performance gradually became intense.
The piano, enhanced with ten portions of The Worshipper characteristics, had elevated an already exceedingly valuable instrument to the level of an artwork. At this moment, some people in related industries were even beginning to consider whether they could negotiate to rent it for use—
No one in the business thought they could afford to buy it.
More and more people gathered outside the grand theater, but Sno's movements did not pause. His body rose and