First came a rapid burst of genuine drumbeats, followed by ten-odd seconds of Will's impromptu bass solo... Amplified by the Composite Spell, the sound instantly broke through the battle song's blockade.
Above the city, the band formed from six enormous temporary apparitions had already taken their respective positions.
Onstage, Olga, encouraged by everyone's gazes, plucked out the first note as the lead guitarist.
"Olga has never played with us before, and she's still a beginner... But with you three, there shouldn't be any problems, right?" Cheng Yiran looked at Will and the other two. The three immediately gave him a thumbs-up.
"But it isn't punk rock after all. That's a little disappointing..."
"Hey, hey... Everyone can hear you. Watch your image!"
"Oh... You're all looking at me?! Everyone!"
"Are these people really all right...?"
Bedivere instinctively rubbed his brow. He felt as if he were watching a group of rookies who had come to a hospital for an internship walk straight into an operating theater.
He gave a wry smile and mocked himself. "In the end, we actually have to rely on these ordinary people. As one of the Twelve Knights, I'm truly a failure..."
Self-mockery aside, this gamble-like course of action still inevitably made the usually composed Knight Bedivere nervous.
A somewhat unskilled melody, yet one gradually finding its rhythm, rang out from the guitar in Olga's hands... He didn't know whether it was an illusion or because the Composite Spell had amplified the sound.
He simply felt that the music had been transmitted straight into his heart... Bedivere's tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed, and before he knew it, he had become completely immersed in the sound.
It... seemed to possess some incredible magic.
If Cheng Yiran had merely made people feel calm at the beginning, then now...