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Chapter 200
Author: Yeshua Yin
last update2025-07-22 23:23:18

The wind was cold in the courtyard of the old cathedral. The sky above was gray and heavy. Oliver stood with Mina, Korr, Felix, Elari, and Seraphine.

A few other Harmonists, young and afraid, stood nearby. Their breath formed clouds in the air.

The cathedral had begun to come alive again. Seraphine’s healing magic had made the stones glow softly, and the walls no longer wept dust.

But something had changed. The ground trembled with a strange pulse. Not sound, but something else.

Something that pushed against their chests and made their heads ache.

Oliver opened his mouth to speak and the world went silent. Not quiet. Silent.

No wind. No breath. No heartbeat. No voice. It was as if the air itself had been pulled away.

Everyone froze. Eyes widened in confusion. Even Seraphine took a step back, clutching her staff.

A red message blinked in Oliver’s vision.

System Alert: Choir of Silence, Dissonance Null Field Discharged

Combat Mode: Immediate Engagement, Maximum Physical Aggression E
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