A single week.
That was all the time that had passed since the soulless fled and now Lind sat in a small room in the central tower with only 2 other towers' worth of personnel. The one he had been at when it happened and oddly the one he first encountered when he arrived at the Whisper Peaks.
They easily fit in the massive tower as it was meant to be a last bastion if needed. Yet, the halls did not feel crowded at all even at midday. People were grappling with the fact they were trapped in the Whisper Peaks.
Scouts had been sent out and never returned.
A few artifacts had also been attempted but they had never done well in the strong winds. Lind had thought the lack of whispering voices would improve his condition but his harmony was reacting more oddly as time passed.
