Feral on the Ice
The metallic strings of the Virtuosos turned from cold silver to a warm, glowing bronze.
The Shattered Silence
The game was won, but the celebration was cut short. As the music reached its peak, a sudden, violent Static tore through the Silver-Branch. It wasn't a note, and it wasn't a glitch. It was a Silence so absolute it felt like a physical blow.
The Virtuosos' bows shattered. The light-lines of the arena went dark.
"Rhys! What was that?" Elara shouted, her ears ringing in the sudden void.
Rhys was staring at his console, his face white. "It didn't come from this branch, Elara. It came from The Hub. Something just hit the Sovereign Valley."
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