"Clang——"
As the last piano note dissipated into the night sky, the entire camp fell into a strange tranquility.
People looked at each other as if just waking from a long dream.
Their eyes were clear, and gentle smiles played on their lips; even the tense atmosphere that had filled the air vanished without a trace, replaced by an unprecedented calm.
On the stage, Mokaka gently closed the piano lid as the light on her cat-ear headphones gradually dimmed.
She glanced around, looking at the faces transformed by the music, a slight smile gracing her lips.
This was her song of redemption composed for the Floating Island, a light of hope woven from notes.
She had once worried...whether these notes truly possessed such a powerful effect to steer people towards good, whether they could completely save this prison.
But now it seemed, those worries were completely unnecessary.
