PopularNovelChapter 1632: She knew she had to act-had to do something, anything. Then, another image suddenly flashed in her mind.
Rickey, trapped in the midst of a furious mob, his every move swallowed by their anger. Accusations and insults flew at him like sharp stones.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe shrank under their brutal onslaught, his body folding in on itself as if trying to disappear. He beca mere trembling shadow, curled in the darkest corner, muttering frantic apologies as the world closed in around him.
"It wasn't me," he sobbed, his voice choked with fear. "I didn't start the war. I never wanted to hurt anyone. I just wanted to play the violin..." His words trembled in the air, laced with an overwhelming sorrow that seemed to pierce the very soul.
Rickey's pain and rage echoed through Elyse, stirring something deep within her, a raw connection to his torment that burned in her chest.
A scream tore from Elyse's throat as she clutched her head, the fury boiling over. "Rebecca, you goddamn bitch!" In that moment, another explosion ripped through the air near an exit, sending shockwaves that amplified the chaos and bloodshed around her.
In a desperate bid for survival, people began scrambling up the twenty-foot walls, choosing the peril of a deadly fall over the certainty of being torn apart by the explosions.
Elyse watched the horror unfold, her eyes stinging with anguish, burning so fiercely it felt as though they might tear from their sockets. In a burst of adrenaline, she scrambled to her feet, leaping onto the stage. She grabbed the microphone, her fingers trembling, but when she found it live, she raised it high and screamed into it, "Rebecca Dyson! You hypocrite! You abandoned your people! You started this war! And you tried to pin it all on me! I'll fight you until the very end!" Her voice rang out across the venue, louder than the storm brewing below. The microphone was connected to the sound system, sending her words echoing through every speaker.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmElyse fought back a dizzy spell, steadying herself as she adjusted the mic stand and picked up a violin that had fallen to the floor. With a confident stride, she made her way to center stage. She stood tall, gazing down at the chaos unfolding, and shouted, "Palladio!" The music exploded, its melody simple yet hypnotic. The counterpoint of the double-stop added depth, amplifying the soaring violin's call. It was a calm before the storm-a charged moment brimming with anticipation and fury.
In the arena, a cameraman swung his lens toward the stage, capturing the intensity.
The camera was live, broadcasting the chaos to the world.
While one hand documented the chaos, another was about to capture the defiant melody rising from the ashes.
Still kneeling, Luna heard the music and slowly lifted her gaze toward Elyse.
The accusations she'd heard struck her like a blow to the chest.
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