Even though the Whisperers are powerful and their role is vital, their greatest enemy is stupor and carelessness.

The settlements are diverse, and life in each of them offers various troubles. There was once a settlement where everyone lived happily, and even the Whisperer often dropped by, tired of his seclusion.

Children would swarm him like flies and squeal like piglets whenever he showed them his tricks.

The years passed in peace, and the Whisperer chose one of the boys to be his apprentice. The boy was full of enthusiasm and faith, and wished to help everyone.

He waited for the special day when the sun shone in the skies the longest and began shouting the Whisperers’ spells, asking the gods to free the world from the Horrors. He kept calling out until one of the Horrors heard him. So it came to him and ate him, the Whisperer, and everyone in the whole village.

For it is only us, the Whisperers, who may utter Incantations; commoners should be content with ordinary prayers.