Marlowe… What's happening to you? Yoo Euni bit her lip, her heart aching at the sight of her student in such a state. She could feel the magical pressure radiating from Marlowe even at this distance, and it sent shivers down her spine. It was ancient, raw, and overwhelmingly powerful—a god's magic, no doubt.
Yoo Euni's heart pounded in her chest, a mix of fear and fury surging through her. "Controlling the God of Music?" she repeated, her voice sharp as she tried to make sense of the chaos. Her gaze darted to Marlowe, who now floated a few inches off the ground, the deadly symphony around her swelling with intensity.
Adika twirled the stick in his hand, his posture deceptively relaxed. "Yeah, desperate times call for desperate measures, huh? He knows he can't take me down himself, so he's trying to sic her on me. It's sloppy, though. I've seen better." His smirk returned, though his eyes betrayed a flicker of seriousness.
