Chapter 103: War
“All right! The long-awaited exciting moment has finally arrived! An hour of time has passed in the blink of an eye, and our current Magical Girl Competition is now reaching its final episode! Who will receive the recommendation letter from the prestigious academy, Avalon? Let’s watch with anticipation!” Charles exclaimed, waving her hands dramatically, igniting a passionate atmosphere among the audience. Standing beside her, Siva immediately took over in a very natural manner.
“So, let us begin with enthusiastic applause, as we unveil the first theme of the fourth round of the competition.”
War!!”
“War is an enduring topic, especially for empires. Countless small nations often engage in wars for various resource-related reasons—annexing and being annexed. This drama unfolds repeatedly in historical settings, yet the empire still stands tall, observing its children’s petty squabbles with a calm and unwavering gaze, much like Mount Tai.”
Damiyala is the first magic martial artist of the theme, and she is well aware of the difficulty of this topic.
However, at this point, there is no reason for her to suddenly back down.
So, as the night falls slowly and the crowd begins to quiet down.
She opens her mouth and sings.
The melody is gentle and long, and on the side, Zhang Ling transforms into a man about to join the army, holding Damiyala’s hand as if expressing his reluctance to leave.
Damiyala’s singing continues, and she points to the empty space beside her. Suddenly, a small tree with tender shoots appears beside them.
This is the third-level water magic, “Wisdom Tree,” which can magically grow trees out of thin air, but the chance of survival is very low.
And the song ended here, too.
“As long as the flowers bloom, you will come back to see me, right?”
Zhang Ling nods solemnly, then sets foot on the road to enlistment.
Damiyala’s song continues, and the small tree with tender shoots grows day by day. Eventually, war breaks out. At this moment, Damiyala’s song changes its melody, suddenly becoming urgent and majestic. She simultaneously casts the third-level water magic, “Shadow Fold,” turning Zhang Ling, who is not far away, into thousands of soldiers. Zhang Ling then lets out a roar of anger as he unleashes his martial skills, his killing intent soaring into the sky, even the audience below feeling the chilling roar!
However, in the end, a long arrow, arranged in advance, was shot from the sky and pierced Zhang Ling’s chest.
The images of thousands of soldiers slowly disappeared, leaving only Zhang Ling staring in disbelief at the arrow in his chest, blood overflowing from his mouth, his body staggering and falling to the ground.
The song changes again, and at the same time, Damiyala uses the Shadow Fold to infinitely replicate the fallen figure of Zhang Ling. For a moment, the entire stage seems to be covered in corpses. Damiyala’s song also becomes mournful, as if depicting the end of war, evoking a sense of desolation in the hearts of the audience.
Zhang Ling continues to cough up blood, struggling to reach his right hand toward the sky as if trying to grasp something. On the other side, the small tree beside Damiyala has already grown into a large tree. The once green and tender shoots finally bloom into pink flowers, covering the entire tree. As the gentle breeze passes by, the blossoms scatter, and with the pink petals floating in the air, Damiyala also looks up, as if waiting for the return of a loved one. On the other side, in his final moments, Zhang Ling finally grasps one of the drifting petals. Tears flow uncontrollably, and he ultimately ceases to exist.
The song also gradually comes to a stop at this moment, acknowledging the inevitable disappearance.
The tender-hearted among the audience felt their noses tingle, while those who empathized or had experienced it were already in tears. This is war, a conglomeration of countless tragedies.
Following this, a round of applause erupts, gradually spreading and eventually thundering, leaving everyone astonished.
“Thank you!” Damiyala bows slightly, naturally feeling delighted to see so many people applauding for her. At this moment, Claude, in the VIP viewing area, nods slightly. After all, half of the concept for this theme was his idea. Seeing such success naturally brings him comfort.
“What a desolate and mournful ‘War’ it was. Miss Damiyala’s song truly reflects the unease, grandeur, and ultimately the sorrow of war. Without further ado, it’s a perfect score of ten points. Let’s see what the judges have to say.”
“You captured the essence of war very accurately. You must have either experienced war yourself or studied it extensively. However, it doesn’t quite match your temperament, most likely it was the idea of the warrior Mr. Zhang Ling beside you. Nonetheless, your performance was excellent and aligned well with the content of magical martial arts. Therefore, I give you 9 points!” Simira spoke first, deeply moved by the melancholy of the performance, something that couldn’t be replaced by mere astonishment.
Damiyala bows slightly in gratitude. A score of 9 points is not low at all. With the critical eyes of the judges, 9 points is essentially their limit.
The next one to speak is Rafinas.
“Although the essence is good, it’s too thin. The imagery is good, but it’s too contrived. 7.5 points.”
This score is already high for a discerning judge like Rafinas, so Damiyala smiles wryly and bows slightly in gratitude.
At this moment, the next one, Leilindor, woke up for some reason, smacking his lips and wiping away his saliva, and said.
“The singing is indeed good. I’ll give it an 8.5.”
Nicholas beside him nearly throws a punch, thinking to himself, “Are you watching a performance or just listening to the song?”
