"Collapse has begun again."
"This is only the beginning."
"It's already unbearable... When will it end?"
"That depends on what he decides..."
In the ancient hall, the instruments gradually gathered dust.
Before the window, the shadow in the rocking chair gazed at the blazing sun gradually enveloping everything. With a soft sigh, he looked away after a long while. "Now, everything depends on what he decides."
The abyss burned amid the flames, and hells toppled beneath the blazing sun's universal radiance.
The end of everything was about to arrive.
The old man in the rocking chair said, "You should all leave too. Don't worry about me."
"But..."
The Calamity Musician beside him was somewhat uneasy.
The old man gave a strange laugh. "No need to worry. As long as you behave yourselves, Lord Abyssal Sun won't do anything to you.
Look, didn't the Culinary Demon Association surrender quite smoothly?
Hand over all the scores the association has collected, and he won't make things difficult for you..."
After hesitating, the musician finally asked, "Lord Paganini, aren't you leaving?"
"Forget it."
The old musician in the lounge chair chuckled strangely and waved his hand. "Ever since I was alive, I spent my whole life fussing about. Only after dying did I realize that peace and quiet are best.
As for a new world, forget it."
He closed his eyes. "My era passed long ago. Let me remain in the past. At least the past still belongs to me."
In the silence, snores gradually began to sound.
The Calamity Musician, the last one to remain by his side, turned and left, gently closing the door for him.
Within the silence, dust danced soundlessly.
Settling over the strings.
The abyss, once incomparably dark, was illuminated by an even deeper darkness.
The vast hells