C30 A Crown Forged in Fire

The moment Amon opened his mouth to sing, the air itself rent down the middle like a broken mirror. The sound was not melodious; it was raw, jagged, human-something which had not fallen upon the ears of the Choir in centuries. The beings of silence staggered back, their hollow mouths twitching. Some went down to their knees groveling as the ancient chords of their obedience trembled