"That penetrating blue, silent with the resplendence of the sky…"
The song of the merfolks echoed in the beautiful palace, sad yet moving. Every verse fell to the ground like broken ice, crisp but gave off a tingling feeling.
They kept singing, singing the saddest song of their lives over and over again, not daring to stop.
Satan listened quietly. The more mournful the song was, the more pleasant it sounded to him.
Bo Er, the Merfolk King, was suspended in the water. The blood in his mouth spread in the salty water, filling the whole palace with a strong smell of blood.
In the smell of blood, the singing merfolks could only hold back their sobs and not let the tears overflow.
