Celeste closed her eyes, focusing on the sounds around her—the constant wailing, echoing, and vibrating, threatening to erode her clarity and destabilize her senses.
But… sound is sound.
It didn't matter where it came from. A scream, a whisper, a melody—if it was sound, it belonged to her domain.
She was a sound ability user. She didn't just create sound—she controlled it.
Feeling the vibrations in the air, Celeste 'saw' the sounds through her other senses. She reached out, mentally grasping the 'strings' of vibration as if pulling threads from the air itself. The wailing resisted, squirming under her grip, wild and untamed—but Celeste didn't back down.
No.
She was their master now.
Pouring her will and power into the threads, she yanked them closer, weaving the stray vibrations into patterns, kneading them into submission. The sound that had previously lashed out blindly was now wrapped tightly around her will. These vibrations, once free and hostile, were now bound—tethered.
