The first sound erupted like a thunderclap.
Following swiftly, the melody was urgent and fierce.
Before the audience could react, they were already swept into an atmosphere filled with the essence of battle.
Hoofbeats shook the ground, swords clashed, trumpets howled.
In everyone's ears, it was the clash of thousands of troops and horses.
Someone instinctively clenched their fist, eyes locked onto her on the stage.
Someone suddenly recognized her face, pupils contracted, past memories flashing in their mind.
The girl who was silent and bowed at the banquet turned out to be the performer with such presence?
The crowd stiffened completely, a buzz clearing their minds.
Wait a minute...
She's only in her early twenties?
At twenty, most are still exploring their craft, yet she has already reached such an admirable realm.
In the crowd.
Lana Lowell's face turned white in an instant, panic glancing at Jessica Grant.
