Valen felt an unconscious chill flow down his spine as he looked around for the bodies, praying to the Primogenitor that all of this would be just a bad dream. His questing eyes shifted away from the girl and scanned the surroundings. He didn't need to examine the hall for long before he began to see them...
All the while the girl sang and danced, he had been hearing a brief hum at the back of his head that he easily dismissed. He began orienting himself and drawing from his wealth of experience to resist external mental influence.
A sensation like fingernails raking down his spine made him cringe. Valen noticed the girl looking at him, motioning for him to come closer. Baring his teeth in anger, he refused to be entrapped by whatever foul spell she was casting.
