The wind howls.
The wind howls, and the rumbling earth shakes my eardrums. Dust swirling up from the collapsing mountainside stains the sunset sky a deep crimson. Beside me, the Guildmaster watches his surroundings with extreme caution. His expression is far from his usual cheerfulness, utterly serious.
“Mitam... that description... are you really sure it's safe?”
The Guildmaster's voice couldn't hide his unease. His anxiety mirrored my own. The ancient ritual of Atlantis civilization... it was merely a fragment recorded in the Infinite Book. The ritual's details were vague, lacking specific procedures. The required magical power, the precise knowledge... neither I nor the Guildmaster fully understood them yet.
I open the Infinite Book once more. Its stained pages bear intricate diagrams and geometric patterns linking them together. It resembles a blueprint of the universe itself. Beside them, symbols resembling musical notes are arranged. The Infinite Book stated it was the musical score of the Atlantis civilization...
“That score... it's the key to controlling the Words of Creation...”
My whisper nearly vanished in the wind's murmur. Yet the Guildmaster seemed to hear my words clearly. Understanding my unease, he nodded slowly, as if to reassure me.
“Then... let's try it. Mitam. I believe in you.”
His words lit a warm light within my heart. His trust, and his resolve to overcome this crisis together. It strengthened my own resolve even further.
I carefully examined the sheet music written in the Infinite Book. The notes possessed a strange resonance, unlike ordinary music. It felt like a sacred melody reflecting the laws of the universe.
I take a deep breath. Then, I take out the harp of the Atlantis civilization. The knowledge gained from Wilm's tears, and the information recorded in the Infinite Book. I pour all of it into the playing of this harp.
My fingers touch the strings.
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