レクイエム・ハープ #インストチャレンジ No.8

Xeno, a young tuner, stood at the very edge of a precipice, holding the "Requiem Harp" before his chest, It was a legendary instrument, its strings fashioned from dragon whiskers and its frame carved from the bones of stars, At his feet, the lingering shadow of the Demon King rose, chanting a curse of ruin, Sound—it was the fundamental vibration that gave this world its very existence, A melody of joy could summon prosperity, while a dirge could cause all things to wither and decay, Now, the twisted noise played by the Demon King—the "Scale of Annihilation"—was shattering the resonant frequencies of all matter, causing the world itself to crumble away from this ultimate precipice, "It is futile, Xeno, " The Demon King’s voice rang out like the screech of grinding metal, sharp enough to rupture one’s eardrums, "At this, the world’s absolute limit—this terminal point—every sound is swallowed by the void, Your tuning is nothing more than a whisper destined to vanish into the emptiness, "