Celeste's voice, sweet as honey, flowed through the air, laced with an irresistible magic.
As her final syllable fell, invisible ripples spread out from her.
The coalition soldiers closest to her were the first to be affected.
Their tense combat stances suddenly slackened, and their weapons lowered unconsciously.
A young soldier gazed obsessively at Celeste, a fanatical flame burning in his eyes.
Another, an experienced veteran, wore a dazed smile, as if he had finally found the dream he had pursued his entire life.
Farther away, Galvis shook his head sharply, plucking a series of jarring notes from his strings in an attempt to dispel the beguiling whispers.
Teresa's swordplay faltered for an instant. She bit her lower lip, a flicker of struggle flashing in her silver eyes.
Even the arrow Avril shot veered off its intended path. The Elf Maiden frowned in annoyance and quickly retreated to create more distance.
