In the desolate forest, the dark castle continues to drift while emitting the soul binding melody. The people entrapped in the melody still stood like statues without any movement.
Kent sat cross-legged atop the ethereal lotus flower, its radiant petals blooming softly beneath him. The flower drifted a few inches above the marble floor, pulsing gently as though alive, bestowed upon him by the long-forgotten God of Music.
In front of him towered the ancient rock edict, nearly ten feet tall, shimmering faintly under the amber glow of floating lanterns. Its surface bore the spell, each carved in intricate patterns resembling sacred texts, radiating an ancient, potent energy.
At the very top, the name of the spell was etched in golden letters: "Ashta Chatura Maya Sahasra" – The Eightfold Reflection of Senses.
