"Ding~ ding~ ding~!"
Solemn bells rang out through Mondstadt City.
The azure light surrounding the Anemo Archon illuminated the darkness.
Bathed in the Anemo Archon's light, countless people of Mondstadt instinctively clasped their hands and joined the sisters in devout prayer.
Seeing this, Ellin swept her arm out onstage. "Lights!"
At her command, the crew controlling the stage lights snapped out of their daze, and the lights shone again.
The Anemo Archon's azure glow receded, leaving only enough to conceal his face.
Xinyan jolted to attention onstage and began pounding the drums again.
The accompaniment sprang back to life.
The Anemo Archon beckoned, and a lyre flew out of the Cathedral and into his hand.
It was the lyre he had cherished all those years ago-the Holy Lyre der Himmel.
Wind energy flowed through it, and the dim Holy Lyre der Himmel shone once more in the Anemo Archon's hands.
He gently plucked its strings, playing the song of the high heavens that could summon the Dragon.
As the notes lingered in the air, the Anemo Archon spoke softly. "Everyone, please join me!"
At his words, Sister Victoria, the conductor, recovered from the shock of the Anemo Archon's appearance.
Following their earlier rehearsals, she hurried to the front of the sisters and began conducting.
A moment later, over a hundred sisters devoutly clasped their hands, their harmonies ringing out, ethereal, sacred, and soothing.
Of course, among those hundred-odd sisters was one who kept her lips pursed, reluctance written all over her face.
She was none other than Rosaria. The moment she had heard she would have to sing in the concert's chorus, she had wanted to flee to the snowy mountain.
But Sister Victoria seemed to have anticipated her intentions and had kept a close eye on her for days.