The once silent fog now thrummed with an eerie intensity, every direction echoing with the chilling cries of the whisperers. They were no longer mere murmurs in the distance but a palpable force, charging forward with a newfound vigor.
In the oppressive white veil, silhouettes of the whisperers began to materialize, no longer content with their previous intangibility. As if each whisper was now solidifying into a tangible scream, they surged towards the group like a tempest.
As one reached out, almost making contact with Danny's arm, Johan's kagune flared in response, sending a burst of flame to ward off the attacker. But for every whisperer they repelled, it felt like a dozen more replaced it.
'Why this sudden change? Why now?' Johan's mind raced, trying to piece together this sudden escalation in their behavior.
