"The curse of haunting whispers manifests as disembodied whispers that echoes through the mind of its victims, taunting and tormenting them with words of malice and deceit."
Finero had a raised brow as he questioned.
"So why didn't you warn us that sleeping would lead to such a thing."
Zeras gave a light chuckle as he spoke.
"I was indeed about to tell you guys...but what's the essence. Whether awake or asleep...the curse of haunting whispers follows the victims every move, the sinister words worming their way into the deepest recess of one's psyche.
Victims find themselves consumed by paranoia and suspicion, unable the trust even their closest allies, friends to even familiars...with each passing momen, this whisper sow seeds of discord and betrayal.
And as time passes by, the boundary between reality and delusion becomes to blur, leaving victims trapped in a kind of labyrinth of their own making...haunted by the echoes of their own fractured mind."
