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    The street was lined with shops selling all kinds of musical instruments. Hearing George’s passionate ying, other shop owners, refusing to remain silent, emerged with their own instruments, joining in a spontaneous rendition of B Rossette.


    Tourists, initially drawn by the unexpected street performance, began filming the moment on their phones.


    Then, one tourist, scrolling through the news, stumbled upon the horrifying report of the massacre in Virelia. The truth hit them like a thunderp. Somewhere in Virelia, a group of performers were using their music to cry out for the innocent.


    Dawn broke over Lesbourg.


    Brook, having secured airtime on multiple TV stations andmandeered the city’srgest central screens, ensured that the message would reach far and wide.


    Cody and Celeste arrived at Virelia’srgest square, violins in hand, and seamlessly joined the swelling music.


    In Watscar, Darren watched the broadcast, his eyes fixed on the screen. The moment he saw Elyse, a bolt of urgency shot through him. He rushed to the practice room.


    “Vicky, stop practicing!” he cried, his voice urgent. “Elyse is in grave danger. We need to help her!”


    Vicky, taken aback, took Darren’s phone. The despair surrounding Elyse on the screen hit her hard. A musician herself, she viscerally understood the raw emotion pouring from the scene.


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    “They’re crying out,” she whispered, her voice thick with empathy. “We can’t just sit here. We have to do something.”


    Together, they grabbed their violins and rushed out of the practice room—only to stop dead in their tracks. Wanda stood in the doorway, the full Celestial Sounds Symphony arrayed behind her.


    Vicky and Darren stared, unsure of Wanda’s intent.


    Wanda’s face was solemn. “Music is ournguage,” she dered, her voice unwavering. “There are messages only we can understand. The Celestial Sounds Symphony, in its entirety, will offer a tribute to our colleagues across the ocean.”


    Out on the bustling streets, the soaring strains of B Rossette, performed by the full Celestial Sounds Symphony, captivated all who passed by.


    Meanwhile, Elyse, still unaware that her music was echoing across the globe, called out her third piece—”Beethoven Virus.”


    The music, like a virus in its own right, spread far beyond the stage. It reached Reba, wherever she was.


    Preupied with drafting a deration of war against Manfek, Reba had barely noticed Elyse’s actions.


    But then, an aide’s urgent message pierced her thoughts, insisting that she turn her attention to the screen.


    Perplexed, she nced up. There, on the stage, was Elyse, surrounded by a sea of musicians. A wave of astonishment washed over Reba.


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