assistirfilmes Chapter 74 Pianist's Sacrifice? (edited)
Chapter 74 Pianist's Sacrifice? (edited)
Without her doing, her hand suddenly twitched. That was then an ethereal and quiet voice of a man whispered itself into her ear.
"Your... affection... was just like mine to her..."
It was a beautiful, soothing voice.
Lillian's eyes slowly drifted back, staring at the pale blue face of the ghostly Pianist behind her.
His face—once filled with sadness and stillness towards anything outside of the unexpected—was now... smiling?
His eyes, once filled with grief, were now staring at her with empathy—an empathy that resonated deeply with both of them.
Lillian widened her eyes.
This was the first time he had ever talked, even if it was only their second time meeting again.
But why was he talking now? And why was he staring at her like that?
Why was he talking in such a soft tone...? Especially when she was about to be killed?
Her hand that was clutching the Sonata of Revenge twitched again before suddenly swinging it.
Lillian stared at the rapier, which had the flat side of its blade facing the monster's incoming horn. The side facing her gleamed brightly, almost as if it was smiling at her.
She then felt her arm, which was holding her lantern, suddenly raise itself, placing her forearm against the flat side.
"H-huh..."
The ghostly Pianist then surprised her once again as she felt his hand on her right shoulder and the side of his face beside her left ear.
The Phantom Conductor stared at the charging monster with a solemn expression before whispering in an ethereally soft lingering voice:
"Don't... make the same mistake I did... no longer cower..."
Lillian watched as the vicious horn crashed into the surface of the rapier—the world seemingly becoming slower.
She felt the subtle shock travel through both her arms, watching as the rapier trembled and bent slowly towards her, struggling to resist the force.
She was then dragged through the air by the cursed monster.
"No longer hide behind something... insignificant other than your meaning for life..."
Screech...
The faint sounds of painful screeching resounded from the bending blade, and with each moment, it seemed to lose its shine.
The strange thing about it was... the sound didn't resonate through the air but... through her heart and mind...
Had she... truly created such a close bond with her weapon that she could feel its pain? In such a short span of time...?
It could just be her imagination, but...
"And lastly... just like how a pianist is nothing without his piano... so is a lover with no one to love..."
The Sonata of Revenge, under the tremendous push from the horrid monster, had now become shaped into a 'U'... fully losing its once elegant shape and the bright gleam.
Screech...
The subtle light radiating from the ghostly Pianist soon began to diminish, and so did his body as he seemed to start breaking off into chunks.
"Ar... gh...!" Lillian let out a pain-filled groan, feeling something pop out of her shoulder... her shoulder had become dislocated...
She then fell down from the wall, slamming her shoulder into the ground and having it click back in again—eliciting another pain-filled groan.
Her sight was blurry... her mind was in shambles, which was already due to the pain that, if not for her shocking amount of persistence to stay awake, she would've already been long asleep.
With her back leaned against the wall, her hair covering a part of her bloodied face, she whispered:
"I... I refuse to die now..."
Suddenly... in the corner of her eyes, she made out what seemed to be a light.
She weakly turned her head to the side, narrowing her eyes and being able to make out what seemed to be a corner from the blurry mess.
Her eyes widened.
'Could it... be...'
Her eyes flashed with realisation.
'I can make it... my legs still work, right...?'
With her back against the wall and her knees up to her chest, she pushed against the ground with her feet, causing her to slide slowly up the wall.
Drip... Drip... Drip...
Blood ran and dripped heavily from the open wounds in her arms that were caused by her bones.
It was truly a wonder...
Lillian's legs wobbled uncontrollably as she began to make her way around the corner.
A normal person like her, who just a week ago was just a normal human...
Lillian's faint footsteps echoed quietly. However, that wasn't the same for Lillian's laboured breathing as she swayed side to side.
Her body, which had already long reached its limits, wished to collapse this very instant. But she had no luxury of doing that, not when her goal was just right before her eyes.
Not when she had just entered through the open archway.
Not when she had managed to arrive inside the large open room filled with tall, narrow stone pillars that were connected to both the ceiling and the ground and a glorious violet tree situated on top of a large dirt hill.
Her eyes stared shakingly at the tree, continuing her laboursome march towards it. She didn't know why, but she just needed to reach it.
Drip... Drip... Drip...
Her blood continued to drip.
Her footsteps continued to echo.
And something else echoed as well...
Lillian shakily turned back, stiffening at the sight of the persistent monster that still chased after her through all that had just happened.
After emerging from the darkness, it shockingly made its way through the light coming out of the hole.
Its body now adapted to the change of balance from its missing leg that no longer expelled a river of blood.
Its teeth ominously chattered against each other as they did under the effects of the Sonata of Revenge's enchantment. However, it seemed that it was doing it out of pure excitement.
Lillian's face darkened, turning grim. She quickly faced forward and dragged her already weary body towards the dirt hill.