Chapter Twenty-Three

It was hypnotic.

The music swelled and sank like the sea's tides, crafting a magical spell over the strange gathering of guests.

Their bodies swaying in perfect harmony with the notes, the guests were wholly absorbed in the intricate kaleidoscope of movement, only to disperse when the music ceased.

It was an incredible sight and truly spoke of Karanos's power, even if it was projected through the complex compositions.

Demetrius, tasked with serving and keeping the table tidy, found his mind wandering. His love for music and his attempts at composing his own paled in comparison to the majesty of the music he was hearing. It had a power that even the sirens would envy, a power to enchant and captivate.

It was Pan who drew his eyes most. The grotesque God of the fields had an insatiable thirst for wine and had already drained three jugs.