A cacophony of cheering and cries of adoration rang through the Opera Epiclese, spectators rising from their seats to applaud. Lyney was the only one in the audience not to voice his love for the act so far. Not that he had any; if anything, it was the opposite emotion.

Nonetheless, the performance had not yet finished, and you continued to captivate everyone, movements smooth and fluid, voice sonorous. The ashy blonde youth merely sighed, his interest already lost.

"How boring."