Klaus had just five more minutes remaining, so the third story would determine what happened next. He restricted himself to just a single core for this torturous moment with the spider demon.
Up in the air, the siren appeared.
Behind her trailed a legion of broken-winged spirits, each humming in low, painful harmonies, their ethereal bodies flickering like dying beings.
The nature of their flight was even more bizarre, painting the sky with their ugly and painful presence.
The spider demon froze, its massive form trembling. Even a creature of its nature could feel the eerie, suffocating sorrow seeping into its bones.
Klaus, wiping blood from his chin, continued softly:
"I saw her descend from the shattered heavens, carrying the weight of a thousand broken loves in her voice alone. Those who listen... are trapped within their own despair."
The siren floated closer to the spider, her song intensifying.
