Their efforts pay off as the civilians are helped over the crumbling platforms and into the park in the distance. A few shout their thanks to the heroes who help them as they run towards the evacuation point.

WHAT IS MEMORY IF IT CANNOT BE MADE SOLID? JUST FLEETING PICTURES. SNIPPETS OF PAIN.

As Wei Wuxian plays resentment crashes into him, angry, brutal energy that wrestles with him for control, trying to smother his mind. Tendrils descend to wrap around him, trying to lift him into the air.

PLAY FOR ME MY LITTLE FLUTER. BRING YOUR MUSIC TO MY THEATRE AND TOGETHER WE SHALL CREATE THE MOST WONDERFUL SHOW. YOU. ALL OF YOU. BE MY CHORUS. DANCE FOR ME.

The shadows are still there though and now the civilians are gone they fire again, this time towards the voidtreckers and friends even as Wei Wuxian's song attacks them, aiming them off course.

For those voidtreckers who wore their SCA there is a frantic series of beeping and booping before a voice sounds, Jin-Roh, the man from before.

"We are almost done here, if you are with anyone not tethered to a voidcraft get them to the evacuation point, as quickly as possible."