Cunning, decisive, strategist, genius, and commander. A man of virtue and honour, his name is Mugene. The Great Commander of the Eastern Fronts.

Mugene is enjoying a time with his wives when suddenly, the "whisperers of fate" had launched an attack. They whisper through his wives minds the fate to encounter with Mugene for which they themselves did and only blame to Mugene.

"Wife, what is the matter?" - Mugene

"Mugene, husband, why do the birds sing that you were going to cause havoc around all realms?" - Rebecca

"Rebecca, pay not attention to the "whisperers of fate" for their fate is worse than I." - Mugene

"Clarice, pay no attention to the voices, for this Duke will protect you from them." - Mugene

"Clarice, If Mugene is so valiant, then why did his empire fell in thorns way to the mountains of the Galos." - Whisperer of Fate

"ENOUGH!" - Clarice

"Clarice they won't shut up." - Rebecca

"We need to seek help." - Mugene

Mugene, a man of strong will and unopposed virtue has been challenged by the plague of the voices since he was even young. To the point that it nearly drove him insane before. But who are they that smother a view of Mugene?

They are the Whisperers of Fate, who lead heroes to their damnation and ruin. Steal their cultivations, possess them, and ruin their lives through the whispers they do to their minds.

One of the theologians that helped Mugene says that the voices are a projection of the undead. The ones living but now are deceased and are possessed by demons that they destroy the lives of others through their whispers.

Mugene in this decissive call, calls upon a broadcast in his crystal, a message to his forces. "We head Northwest, to seek out the "Hermit Wizard Garedon"." "For we are not appease with the whisperers of fate.".

The soldiers, hearing this in mid winter said: "But it is mid winter, master, the winds are so strong there are Blizzard storms. I suggest in my advice not to go."

Mugene, knowing that the possessions of the undead had to stop, as well as their voices. Put forth the message: "Either my wives die or we all die, for the whisperers of fate are tenacious of their magic. Barely the men can hang up with their possessive magic, some even seductive. We go now."

So the men journey on in mid winter, brazen enough, to warrant the safety of the psyche rather than the physical self. For the "Whisperers of Fate" prove to be treacherous.