The sudden silence was deafening.
A second ago, that wretched object had been screaming and spewing light and energy like a drug-addled disco ball; the next, it was stone dead. The air hung thick and oppressive, heavy with the stillness that follows a disastrous karaoke night. My ears were still ringing, as if a ghost orchestra composed entirely of high-pitched wails were performing.
"Is it... is it broken?" Imperial Noble Consort Chen’s voice trembled to a whisper. She looked as though she had seen a ghost—a fitting description given the circumstances.
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