94th floor.
A young woman with flowing red hair was standing in the center of a vast platform, her slender fingers dancing over the strings of a violin. The melody that poured forth was a strange contradiction—it sounded terrifying, like the dirge of a dying world, yet it somehow soothed the heart and made the soul feel as if it were drifting on a gentle sea.
This was Tasya Virellian, the 7th and youngest Supreme of the Primordial Humans. She was from an X-level contracted civilization too.
She wore a long red gown that rippled like liquid fire around her ankles. Her face was hidden under a thin, gauzy veil, but her presence was enough to make the entire floor feel sacred and oppressive at the same time.
Ethan just stood there, unmoving, letting her finish the haunting piece without any interruption. The echoing notes filled the air for five minutes straight, each rise and fall striking something ancient in the hearts of all who listened.
