Ernest watched Terror. The moment Terror descended into midair, Ernest began to move, racing across the rooftops toward the demon. From the building closest to Terror, he leaped up, gathering spirituality power into both fists and smashing them toward Terror.
But just as Ernest's fists were about to strike Terror's face, the demon opened his eyes. All nine reflected Ernest's figure. In an instant, Terror raised his hands and effortlessly blocked both fists, while two other arms swung swiftly and slammed into Ernest's chest.
Ernest was sent flying.
Fortunately, Ernest wore the armor of night. He steadied himself in midair and landed atop a tall building, then felt his chest. Terror's arms possessed astonishing strength, but they had neither broken through the armor of night nor injured him.
So he still had a chance in this battle.
He looked toward Terror, who had landed on the ground, and crouched slightly, preparing for a second attack. Then he noticed a young man slowly approaching from one end of the street, facing Terror. At the same time, he heard stirring music.
Who was playing the strings?
A concerto of cello and violin, accompanied by drums. Ernest felt as though he were already on a battlefield. The desire to fight a bloody battle kept swelling within him, yet something was always missing, as though the music's influence on him was not strong enough.
"It's him, the musician, Albertus Magnus."
Albertus had been born in Walkervis and had worked at the Opera House in its Brightlight District since childhood. His father had been the director of the Opera House. Immersed in music from an early age, he had developed considerable musical skill, studying performance under the Opera House's musicians.
Seven years ago, however, a fire had burned down the entire Opera House. Only Albertus