The ten fingers playing in the air produced, astonishingly, the sound of an entire symphony orchestra.
Wolfgang wore a smile as he closed his eyes, as though his entire spirit and Heart Intent had sunk into this beautiful composition.
The instant the oboe-like sound echoed through the venue, everything before them underwent an astonishing transformation.
Dreamlike and illusory, interwoven between reality and fantasy, there suddenly appeared a huge, luxurious, brightly lit palace ballroom bustling with people.
The enormous martial arena had completely transformed into the ballroom floor.
They... the Supernaturals in the stands had now directly entered a palace from several centuries ago.
Dressed in luxurious clothing, they had already lost their sense of direction amid the weaving crowd.
They could no longer see Wolfgang anywhere. Only the majestic Symphony No. 41 in C major rang out through the grand, magnificent palace ballroom.
"What is this supposed to be...?"
The stands—or rather, the stands no longer existed. This was the edge of the ballroom floor, with people passing around them, yet no one knew whether any of it was real.
Zhong Luoyue lowered her head and looked at her palms... then at the clothes she was wearing.
A pale-yellow bustle dress.
"Yue, your appearance..." The little vampire girl looked astonished. Then she quickly realized that she seemed to be dressed the same way, and her face filled with confusion. "Huh? Me too... When did I put on a black dress?"
The little vampire girl had snow-white fur. Now that she had changed into a black gown, she looked even more like a delicately carved porcelain doll.
"Are we caught in an illusion?" Zhong Luoyue frowned.
But as she considered it, she realized that aside from Elizabeth, both the Scarlet Flame Tower Master and the Ice Cold Tower Master had disappeared...