Avatar of the Frozen Behemoth: Volume 1

Chapter 13: Siren of Mount Aurora

As the singing slowly and gradually began to fade, Yukio watched as the crystals around the peak glowed with a low, mystical light, reflecting the blue moon. It signaled the end of the first phase of Senroco.

Yukio, do you know the phases of Senroco?" Calista asked, her voice gentle yet filled with reverence.

"No, not really," Yukio admitted, his eyes still fixed on the glowing crystals.

"There are three phases," Calista began. "The first phase, which we're experiencing now, involves the female choirs. Their singing can be so enchanting that it puts people into a trance, allowing them to focus their connection to the Frozen Behemoth."

Yukio nodded, feeling the truth of her words in the trance-like atmosphere around him.

"The second phase," Calista continued, "is when the Senroco dancers perform. Their movements are beautiful and precise, and the lights gradually get brighter as the blue moon continues to shine."

"And the third phase?" Yukio asked, intrigued.

"The third phase is the most sacred," Calista explained. "When the crystals fully light up, everyone in the area holds hands and recites a powerful prayer. Someone on the peak of Mount Aurora holds an ancient artifact of the Frozen Behemoth. The entire town of Spadia then glows with an otherworldly light, signaling that the spirit of the Frozen Behemoth is still there to guide and protect us. This also marks the end of the ceremony."

As Calista finished explaining the phases, the atmosphere around Mount Aurora shifted once again. An elderly man began to play an ice flute, his melody weaving through the chilly air. The exotic Senroco performers, who had been dormant, suddenly stirred to life. They approached the peak behind the female singers, their movements deliberate and filled with reverence.

Yukio's eyes widened as he watched the scene unfold before him, an intoxicating blend of elegance and enchantment. The icicles that had been held by the female choir and the princess began to undergo a magical transformation. The icy shards glowed with a celestial light, reshaping into ancient ice fans that sparkled with an ethereal brilliance. It was as if the very essence of winter was being woven into these delicate instruments, infusing them with a life of their own.

As the transformation completed, the dancers emerged from the shadows, their presence like a whispered secret. Their entrance was timed perfectly with the gentle strains of the flute song, which seemed to cradle the night air in a tender embrace. Each dancer was a vision of grace and poise, their movements so perfectly synchronized with the music that it felt as though they were part of the melody itself. Yukio's breath caught in his throat as he watched.

The princess remained at the forefront, her aura commanding and regal. Her gown of pure white seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly light, reflecting the moon's glow in a cascade of silvery brilliance. As she danced, her movements were so fluid and seamless that it was as if she was gliding through a dreamscape. Each step was a whisper on the ice, a delicate touch that left a fleeting trail of shimmering frost in its wake.

The other dancers moved around her, their motions in perfect harmony with the princess's lead. They floated across the ice like ghostly apparitions, their bodies bending and twirling in a choreography that felt both timeless and otherworldly. The scene was a surreal ballet, a metaphorical dance between the elements of nature and the ethereal grace of the performers.