Villain Transmigration: Author Transformation

Nathan didn't stop there as he pulled out almost like a small black rod, shimmering, with a small steel-like mesh that formed a sphere on top of it.

'A magic wand?' Keith creased his forehead, having many lines on it for what was this unknown item he had pulled out this time. 'What is he up to?'

Coloring him surprised, he hurled it towards Mystique. After which, she caught it in a nick of time and drew it close to her mouth.

There on, her voice became grande and captivating.

Everyone took a stop, all eyes were on her, as well as their jaws dropped. 

"That's no different from the 'Hymnic Conch' is it?!" Athan leaned forth, gaping, then looked at Nathan, effused.

However, Nathan crossed his arms, clearly unperturbed, but a smug smirk plastered on his face.

'This man… Is so mysterious… Always so many tricks up his sleeves…' Even after all that, Keith squinted at him.

But then it still didn't change the problem at hand.

After quite some time, the music and what Keith assumed the lyrics alongside it was the same music that he accidentally eavesdropped with Athan several days ago.

Even the tiny bits of it, he knew it was that one.

While the song was rather different from the first time they arrived at the 'Frozen Gorge' with her singing for his enthusiasm, this also had a huge resemblance.

Ashtra swayed his head from side to side, eyes closed, as he continued to indulge the performance; however, it was the opposite for Mystique.

She had never used this much power, even more so when it came to singing. 

But he took notice at how her voice also commanded the rest of them, dancing in synch, almost to the point of controlling their every move.

A foreboding chill crept his heart about the price she had to pay after this ended.

But then, the clarity of her voice soothed their hearts and swooned over with the overflowing emotions. Even clearing out his troubled thoughts, and now hoped for the best of her.

Keith's chest didn't pound as crazy as it was then, and his muscles let loose of the tension, and couldn't help but immerse through the music, or wherever she wanted him to go.

Crazy as it sounded, such a type of genre was enough to heal him in so many ways—a healing song.

Meanwhile, Arnold's back trembled, and he couldn't stand it any longer as he was about to jump out of Strav. Luckily, Nathan was there to pin him down. Their auras collided and terrifying at that, but the song continued to relieve his deep concerns on them.

"Let go of me! My Mysti!"

"Stop it! You're ruining this chance for her!" He muttered through clenching his teeth, clearly holding himself back as much as how frustrated he was at him.

"No! If this goes on any longer, she will die—!"

"She knows that!" 

"Then why are you not doing anything?!"

"I did what I could!" Nathan retorted, his bloodshot eyes now glistened while gasping for air. "I hesitated! She made her decision!" His arms trembled as he held Arnold.

The Grand Duke of Arnold became too livid and was ready to hurt everyone in sight, but equally so, the Grand Duke of Forsberg was also there to stop him.

Athan wanted to intervene, but he closed his mouth, averting his gaze, as he also knew what was ahead of her.

Also, Keith gulped hard. Unable to bear what happened before him any longer, he shut his eyes.

Thinking about her new principles in life, how she wanted to live to the fullest and steered clear from the problems and the dilemma among the noble cliques, she still ended up entangled. 

The feud between them became muffled when he scrunched his face as soon as her words replayed in his head, whether he liked it or not.

[I could've ran away, alone, if I wanted. But I have my important family—you and father—I'm not selfish anymore…] 

[I don't care if they hated me as a villain, but I can't lose those who treated me like I'm human.] 

[I'm thankful. I'm grateful.]

[You'll support me whatever comes my way, yes?]

Not one bit did she lose hope.

His face began to heat up as much as his muscles began to weaken. 

Arnold wanted to thrash him away, but the twins were there to stop him. He then looked at Keith, with deep anguish in his eyes, roaring aloud, "You! What are you doing there?! Help me!"

On the other hand, Keith snapped out of his trance; for the first time, he didn't want to move or do anything under his command. His menacing voice was always the ultimatum, and he dreaded everything that displeased him.

But right now, it was all different.

Arnold bellowed, "Why aren't you moving?! Damn you imbecile mutt!" 

So much he got conflicted and almost tried to betray him so blatantly, he opened his mouth only to find out his words were left unspoken.

Sylvester peered at them, he glanced at Arnold and Mystique, back and forth, and his eyes screamed with conscience, but still went for his jugular. "Do you think you're the only one at loss here?!"

In turn, Arnold stopped his tracks and glared at him in disbelief. But then his countenance changed when it somehow registered his head. He peered down, and his mouth trembled unsparingly.

Mystique put her life on the line, and so does the rest.

Undoubtedly so, she still put in so much more effort than the rest, even gambling for her life. Keith wanted to say it so bad but was torn from her 

"No! No! I mustn't lose her! Not the second time!" Arnold cried, he was bawling his eyes out and squirmed. "Let go of me!"

Arnold stopped; his strength washed away as his face turned deathly pale while he took a good look on her face—almost like a brittle vase on the verge of cracking under pressure.

But then, she had never smiled this much.

Mystique, in the meantime, still gave off precise, sharp movements on her body, swaying her hands as one with the air. 

The ladies were all in it for her, and as soon as the dynamics changed, the emotions in them continued to rile up. 

"A little more...  A little more…" Then, Nathan shouted on top of his lungs, "Climax!"

Withal, her mouth opened and unrestrained, she belted out her voice, and Ashtra howled in joy.

His men waved their lights, and the nights found a new sea of stars, vibing along with the music.

Recorded to the roots of history, the moment was magical.

When it came to an end, Ashtra was beyond elated. "Encore! Encore! Encore!"