The Second Instrument

Morvane savored a bite of his steak, enjoying the rare moment of peace during the dinner with the seven rulers. The warm ambiance of the dining hall masked the turbulent memories of the past months.

But peace, as it often did, was fleeting.

The ground trembled violently beneath them, shaking the entire palace. Plates and cutlery clattered, and the chandeliers above swayed precariously.

"What the—" Medas exclaimed, jumping to his feet.

Then it came—the deafening blare of a horn. Its sound was piercing, almost unbearable, vibrating through the very bones of everyone present.

Vianna's eyes widened. "No way… another instrument from one of the angel statues?"

Dergo clenched his fists. "Where is it coming from?"

Ikana tilted her head, focusing intently. "If I'm not mistaken, it's coming from the east…"

Vianna gasped. "No... That's my kingdom—Nirvath!"