Chapter 851 Extraterrestrial Race
- “A mournful tune drifts down the river where soul and shadow part, as all must fade...”
- As Benjamin drew one hand gently across the lyre, the lingering notes rolled out, echoing between heaven and earth.
- Carried within that music was bleak sorrow, aching grief, and a thread of murderous intent so thin and cold it seeped straight into the listener’s very soul.