Incredible...
Someone once said Paganini was a devil. But now, Schlot felt as if he truly witnessed the devil arriving in this world for a moment, clinging to that young man's slender frame, casting its piercing laughter towards the mortal world. So insane. Under that incredible, captivating power, everyone felt they could hardly breathe, like a rickety sampan before a cataclysmic tsunami—trembling, swaying, helpless.
When the instrument for this variation switched from violin to cello, the original eerie, whisper-like transformations, akin to a devil's murmur, morphed into thunderclaps that seemed to shake the earth itself. Only when the tempo of the melody slowed, gradually becoming serene, did the profound theme hidden within the tempestuous sound slowly reveal itself. It was the sorrow and helplessness of watching the devil carry one's Soul further and further away.
"The train from Hell is hurtling towards despair..."
