213 Small Episode 2 (2/2)

”Banner! Don’t force yourself…” Cullen gasped. ”Fully playing the symphony is out of your control.”

”Shut up!” Banner’s voice was like grating metal. ”I want to crush them. I must…”

Under the coherence, the melody grew in intensity! A storm wind swept through as the melody surged once again. Another layer of dark clouds appeared in the black sky above the field. The layers of clouds were like frozen ice cubes with a charcoal gray color. But lightning flashed through the layer of black clouds. The faint electricity illuminated the giant figure hidden within. The gradually condensing and swimming shadow was like a humongous sea creature hidden in the deep sea. It appeared slowly out of the darkness, spread its wings and roared! It was a dragon’s roar.

The fourth movement of Symphony No. 8 was referred to as a thunderstorm by the composer. It originated from the legend of the Dragon of Disaster. The giant dragon rode in the sky, spread its wings and brought about darkness. When it flapped its wings, it would bring a destructive thunderstorm. Calling forth the dragon’s shadow was the fourth movement’s power.

The dragon’s roar was like thunder, making his own teammates pale. Even if they put their strength together, it would still be difficult to disrupt the sea of aether. Only resonating with the world could create that influence.

Even if they could only resonate with the sea of aether, this was still a Resonance level music score! Banner’s joints cracked under the pressure of the aether’s reactionary force, but rather than stopping him, it drove him even wilder.

An average musician would probably have broken down or gone unconscious under this huge pressure, but Banner was still fine. The manticore roared beside him. Its body became a bit smaller as it took some of the backlash from Banner.

The biggest advantage of the School of Summoning was not their human wave attack or their strange phantom beasts. Their most basic strength was in their extraordinary resilience against pressure. Unlike musicians from other schools who fought alone, they were able to share their psychological stress with the demons in their minds. When they reached the Scepter level, they could even have the phantom beast take fatal injuries for them. It was as if they had multiple lives. In the East, these musicians were given names such as ”the cat with nine lives,” Nekomata, and ”seven-headed snake.” But their enemies probably would not be so lucky.

Seeing that Banner was about to reach the climax without any care, Cullen thought of the consequences and gasped, ”Banner, what are you doing?”

”Shut up! I don’t need you!” Banner spun around and glared at Cullen. His eyes were the same sharp emerald as the manticore’s eyes. He had been eroded by the beastly nature.

The realization dawned on Cullen, but it was already too late. He no longer had the strength to speak. All of his energy was put into fighting against the melody’s pressure. As strength brewed in the clouds, the shadow of the dragon grew more consolidated and the pressure on the players grew as well.

Everyone trembled and forced themselves to endure the sharp headache. They used all their energy to maintain the melody. If they succeeded, they would only become sick. But if they stopped the coherence right now, the backlash of the music theory was enough to shatter their perception. The lightest consequence would be getting sent to the emergency room of the Whitechapel Hospital!

As the pressure grew, some were already at the brink of collapse, but suddenly, a new melody joined this chaotic music score. It entered the coherence like a savior at the most critical moment. The arrival of this new force lightened everyone’s load. They let out a breath of relief, but they did not know who had helped them.

The melody fit perfectly with their frequency and reacted to their sudden changes, melding into the resonance. It took away most of the pressure and even then, the person did not seem to be losing control. The coherence technique was quiet and stable, and the melody flowed like water without a bit of hardness. It was flawless!

Overjoyed, Cullen looked over with his perception. He had never realized that there was such a genius on his team. This skill was something that others could only dream of. The man had saved the entire situation at the most critical moment. He had practically held up the sky and parted the sea! But when Cullen found the source of the coherence, he was completely flabbergasted.

Wait, wait a minute…what was this? Was it a hallucination? Had he suddenly teleported to some weird parallel universe? Was the history department fighting within themselves? The one who completed the music score at the most critical point and relieved everyone’s stress, pushing the history department to the point of no return…Was Charles?