บท 387: Pull

When the blazing object fell, it created a thunderous dragon-like roar. It shook the entire temple. The ground trembled, the walls vibrated, and the air seemed to solidify. Clashes sounded like giant stones rubbing against each other, setting off the acrid smell of something burnt.

"What is that?!" Paganini's head shot up. His eyes narrowed, trying to distinguish the thing that had fallen before him.

The darkness around him swelled. Layers of music scores emerged; strange melodies overlapped into a grating cacophony. But there was still an odd rhythm and completeness.

It was as if the beast in the darkness had revealed a scale or claw—shocking but unable to see the entirety.

"Haha haha!" Wolf Flute danced, pointing at Paganini excitedly and yelling, "Die, f*cker! You're dead now!"

Paganini's face darkened. The surrounding darkness thundered. The falling object was approaching.