The Purifiers in the room instantly grew solemn. Some of their eyes filled with rapturous reverence, and a few were even moved to tears.
Though most of them had never heard the Whisperer's voice before, the moment it spoke, they knew. This was the voice of the Whispering God they revered, the Master of Destruction!
The voice of an eternal being!
The Whisperer was actually speaking to them directly?!
The significance of this moment was immense. It was the highlight of their lives, the very glory they had striven for.
But what shocked the Purifiers even more than the contact itself was the content of the message.
Cthulhu had completely vanished and was presumed dead!
The mysterious and powerful President of the Purification Society—a figure second only to the Whisperer in their hearts, a god in his own right—was dead. Just like that.
It seemed like a cruel joke.
