Villain Transmigration: Author Transformation

Foremost, Nathalie's eyes widened when Ashtra transformed into a bright light with a human silhouette. 

From there, they glanced at him: awe and terror, at the same time.

His beauty was impeccable and ineffable, and his strength alone contended the Emperor of Dysnomia Empire.

Out of all the opportunities they had to provoke, it seemed they stepped more than a trap that would lead them to their demise any time soon.

For she knew that Ashtra had the upper hand to turn the Imperial Capital to a withering place filled with nothing but specks of dust. 

Also, with Lawrence, who was able to keep up with Ashtra's presence, she knew— if he wanted to— that he would be able to fight him neck-and-neck.

But that wouldn't be beneficial, as at most would leave them in a pyrrhic victory.

With a weakened ruler, the neighboring countries and empires would take such an opportunity, and Nathalie would never let it happen.

Which Nathalie tugged at him by the wrist-length flared sleeve of his silk robe, thinking, 'Have you lost your mind?! Don't make this any harder—'

Ashtra chose to voice out his opinion, looking at her with a stern gaze, even with her fair warning.

"Not when I could taste the naivety in the air with these bunch of imbeciles!"

Instead of them, throwing a fit of rage at him, all they wanted was to scurry away. Screaming on top of their lungs to spare their lives as they cried buckets. Their bodies convulsed, seen even from afar.

Then, when it wasn't enough for him. He gradually raised his arms with eyes glimmering in blue light.

She then looked at his father, who forgot to breathe with his eyes boring such a cruel nostalgia, in which he ought to forget for as long as he could. The horrific scenes seemed to haunt him back.

Ashtra had enough of the ruse, she knew; but not that she expected they would've to go through this way, and Lawrence still hadn't reacted yet.

'No!' 

Which made everyone squirm like mindless beasts, with each of them slowly shifting in and out of their true forms. Their shouts and pleas shifted back and forth with bestial screams.

They were about to pop.

Literally.

Ashtra had been inducing fear on them, with everyone driven to insanity had her bit her lip.

Alas, the face of Lawrence shifted to a grimace when several cracks formed on the beams and foundation of the hall from the constant rumble.

The place that was once filled with elegance and luxury for a celebration now turned into a heap of chaos, and the place turned into a frozen wasteland.

Only the ones who witnessed what happened at the ritual remained unharmed, except for Lawrence.

With this, Athan stood up, waving his arm to beseech him, "Stop this in this instance!" But when he took one step forward, a thin sheet of ice covered his pants. He grunted, still forcing his way.

'I have no choice…'

Nathalie now sat by her heel and palms on her thighs, breathing in before she let out her alluring voice.

With only but the first line of a stanza of the song she chose turned out enough to grab Ashtra's attention, stopping the momentum of his incurring wrath.

In the meantime, Lawrence rose from his throne, looking bewildered and all as he let out a whisper, "This…. What voice— and the language—!'

With all the clamors occurring shattered as her voice mused the air; there, she sang her heart out. She closed her eyes with a slow swing on her head to and fro. 

Everyone stopped with the sudden tremors conquering their body alongside the screaming bloody murder, and darted to her direction with faces colored with surprise.

Looking around when everyone had time to take a breather, she knew she had to sing a little longer. Now, she built up dynamics in her voice as she reached a refrain.

The song that talked about love and friendship; an ode to the likes of Ashtra.

Ashtra still had his eyes gleamed, but he now tucked his arm to his side as he went close to her. 

After reaching the chorus, the glimmer fizzed out as he was on bended knees, and went along with her gestures.

Arnold glanced at her, holding his breath how proud he was of her nevertheless. The same went for Keith and Athan.

The music had the power to heal their soul, clearing their minds from doubt and confusion, and then stared at her with marvel. 

Nathalie snapped her eyes open at Veronica, gesturing a nod. Even if it was an ancient language, only about a few would've digested them, she would be able to help as such.

The sleet and the pack of ice began to thaw, turning into a white mist that hovered within the Imperial Palace.

There, Veronica had amazing vocals to back up with adlibs, soaring her voice like a bird unbridled in the air and she was now in complete harmony with hers.

Even then, Nathalie had a sudden onset of nausea, but it wasn't her time to give up just yet. Things were rather heated, and only until everything turned out safe. 

Halfway through the music, her ears perked up, when Marianne sang alongside her—as someone who trained under her wing—she was able to grasp the momentum. A silhouette emerged from the mist, then strutted forth with a curtsy afore Lawrence before moving close to Sylvester.

'She's here…' More than anything, Nathalie's heart fluttered that she came in a nick of time; even supporting her despite being under Sylvester's watch. Although he wasn't against it.

Ashtra was in all smiles, drowning himself from the melody that enveloped him, and he could care less about the people around him.

Jonathan wasn't all late as soon as the bridge of the ode came, he urged the two elven sisters to sing.

With Nathalie's guidance impromptu, they were able to sail safely until the final chorus.

Each of them had unique styles in their voices, meshed well with one another, uplifting each other—like the lyrics portrayed. 

The riffs and runs became superb, and the synchronization hit all the sweet spots.

Coming to an end, Nathalie gestured her hands like a conductor in an orchestra upon leading them. 

To the end, she urged a full stop, and a moment of silence lingered. Yet it vanished afterward with Ashtra bursting a round of applause.

Then, unquestionably so, everyone followed; even Lawrence now overwhelmed in awe.

Nathalie had to sing for her life, and it was a risky victory.