"Is this song coming from the Spirit Book?" Igor couldn't believe that such a beautiful song was emanating from that Spirit Book.
Amoon and Douglas nodded, because indeed, there was nothing else here that could produce this song.
Although Igor was reluctant to believe it, the evidence was before his eyes; this celestial song was sung by the floating, phantom figure of Soron in the air. In other words, it was the Spirit Book singing!
Who would have thought that Lord Soron could sing such a song. Igor thought to himself, as he had always considered Lord Soron to be a grumpy old man.
The song soared through the air, as if the entire world was enveloped in its melody, with everyone lost in its enchantment.
Ethereal, elusive, illusory... these words were not exaggerations to describe the song. Igor and his companions felt themselves lifted up, as if standing beneath a vast blue sky, basking in the warmth of the sunlight and the freshness of the air.
