Fantasy Faction

"Quick, begin the performance!!!"

The Wind Spirit commander was drenched in sweat. Nearly shouting, he urged the stunned special task force band to play the song they had rehearsed countless times, day and night, over the past few weeks.

He had never dreamed that the order issued over a month ago would actually catch up with him. The Everlasting Tree Realm had established no fewer than 350 orchestras for this very purpose, stationing them along the edge of the Wind Barrier to welcome the savior as quickly as possible and express the Wind Spirit race's goodwill.

No wonder the members of this Wind Spirit band were so shocked.

They were all ordinary civilians of the Everlasting Tree Realm. Though their souls had been elevated to some degree by their art—much like true scholars' fearless devotion to studying Truth's Essence—their dedication to music had likewise brought their souls a measure of elevation.

But in terms of their life essence, they were still only level-zero creatures.

For creatures of their caliber to face Flagi with his true form unleashed and not faint from having their souls frozen was already almost unbelievable.

"Honored guests from afar, your noble virtues have raised an immortal monument. You are the saviors of the Wind Spirit race, like the sun in the sky, bringing light to the world..."

The song's melody drifted gracefully through the air.

Some said that the world was boundless and civilizations countless. Given the different historical backgrounds of each civilization, if mathematics was the first language they could use to communicate with one another, then art was the second. It could express one's truest feelings in an abstract way.

Clearly, Flagi understood at once the goodwill expressed by these humble creatures, who were little more than ants in his eyes.

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