Lamenting the fate of his resting father, Hassan bit his lip and man up to hold his tear as he took the violin onto his shoulder, and placed the bow on top of the bridge.
Despite his complexion still shaken, the moment he played the first note, his whole body became calm and composed. The music that he weaved was a somber one, with long notes and intense bursts of emotion that happened periodically.
With him successfully playing the instrument, the art incantation was indirectly activated as the melody began to soothe every person that heard the unjustified and solemn music.
Random trails of blue and green wind appeared and began to orbit those who were graced. From the apprentice who stopped his work to listen to the chord, to both of the Mediators on the outside that were rather confused on what was happening aside from their knowledge of the Instrumental Arts.
