And almost at that very instant.
"No-!"
The Witch God Head's pupils dilated. She recognized the Music Box in her hand almost immediately and shouted urgently:
"Watch out for that Music Box-we encountered it once before in the wasteland, the Old Man and I-don't listen to its music-"
At that urgent warning.
Countless tentacles shot out from beneath her neck, hurtling toward the fallen angel without a moment's hesitation in an attempt to stop her.
The Colossus Brain reacted at that same instant. Her petite body almost became a streak of blood-red lightning as she lunged straight for the Music Box in the Fallen Angel's hand at an unimaginable speed.
But it was already too late.
The Fallen Angel's gaze suddenly turned vicious.
She jerked backward, the wings behind her thrashing wildly, and activated the Music Box in her hand in an instant.
"Too late!"
In an instant.
A faint red glow appeared in the eyes of the eerie Mechanical Clown inside the Music Box. With the crisp click of its clockwork mechanism, its face abruptly twisted into a strange expression somewhere between smiling and not smiling, crying and not crying, and its arms began tapping mechanically.
Almost at that very moment, strains of lilting, beautiful music drifted from the Music Box.
"Ding-ding-ding-ding-"
So crisp, so ethereal.
Yet pleasant as that sound was, the moment it rang through the silent hall, the Witch God Head's expression changed drastically.
Almost instantly, whispers of laughter and weeping seemed to echo through the minds of every living being present.
The first to be affected was the Silver-Haired Girl. Almost the instant the sweet melody began, her eyes went blank. The chains wrapped around her flashed red in the music, then abruptly plunged into the ground, pinning her petite body firmly in place.
Red