Sure enough, they came with ill intentions.
Accompanied by the tumultuous flute sound that pierced deep into the human heart.
Among the Kingdom's defensive forces surrounding the Portsmouth Shipyard, those ordinary soldiers, most of whom hadn't reached Tier 2 Extraordinary, found their eyelids uncontrollably drooping closed, then collapsed with a thud.
Clang! Clang!...
The loud clang of armor hitting the ground couldn't wake them up again.
Even the few soldiers with firm resolve began to sway with their eyes unfocused.
Shortly after, a series of sharper, more powerful notes reached them.
Strum! Strum! Strum!...
The sound still came from the vast depths of the Black Sea, but it was no longer a sound a flute could produce; it was more like the melody of a bass violin.
Compared to the crazy, chaotic melody of the flute, the violin sounded more vigorous, more direct, with a clearer purpose, which was unmistakable mockery and disdain.
