Back on the battlefield, Marlowe slowly regained consciousness, her eyes snapping open, wide and white. As she rose unsteadily to her feet, a swirling fog materialized from thin air, enveloping her in an ethereal mist.
Brittany, momentarily relieved by Marlowe's recovery, suddenly felt a shiver run down her spine. An otherworldly melody, haunting and beautiful, drifted across the battlefield.
Naa na nanana na naaa naaa~
Everyone in the midst of the abyssal conflict paused, their heads turning towards the source of the ethereal sound.
"That... That's a God Choir!" Jian Gang exclaimed, his eyes wide with awe and alarm. "Everyone, cover your ears or they'll explode!"
Hastily, the combatants obeyed, their hands clamping over their ears to protect themselves from the devastating sound waves.