"What name?" I asked, though the dread in Gia's expression made me think I didn't actually want to hear the answer.
She looked down at the record again, reading the ancient text like she was giving me time to prepare myself. When she finally spoke, her voice came out steady but grim.
"The Whisperer," Gia said. "That's what it was called before Xarath's imprisonment, before the dimensional wars when the Aethern's thought they'd destroyed all his most dangerous servants."
The name settled over me like ice water. Something about it felt right in the worst way possible, fitting perfectly with what I'd seen in that man's dream and how the deaths were spreading across New Eden.
"Tell me everything," I said.
Gia closed the record she was holding and another one appeared, this one looking eve
