The sweet melody expelled golden halos that moved as if they were alive, trying to expand as far as they could. As time passed, the golden particles that emerged from the dead dragon spread, and the enormous body was slowly torn apart. The particles...
"Is it the soul of the dragon?" I asked, slowly approaching Professor Emilia, who was with her arms crossed, staring intently at the small trumpet that trembled slightly as she listened to the sweet melody that grew louder, and the golden halos expanded with greater force, desperately trying to leave the room.
"This girl..." The professor sighed and clenched her fists. She looked me in the eyes. "What do you feel when you hear this melody?" she asked, her eyes glowing.
"I don't feel anything... or at least I think I don't, but it's pretty terrifying." Arthur sighed to himself. Although the melody made your mind and soul feel at peace, deep inside, he felt a small light, white as snow, trying to completely change his being.
