The Purifiers present instantly turned solemn. Some had looks of wild joy and reverence in their eyes, while others were so excited that tears streamed down their faces.
Although most of them had never heard the Whisperer's voice before, the instant they heard it, they understood that it was the voice of the Whispering God they revered—the Lord of Destruction!
It was the voice of an eternal being!
The Whisperer was actually speaking directly to them!?
The significance of this was simply enormous. It was the highlight of their lives, the glory they had pursued all their lives.
Yet compared to that, the content of the Whisperer's words shocked the Purifiers even more.
Kesuer had completely lost contact and was presumed dead!
That mysterious and powerful president of the Purification Society, a godlike figure in the hearts of these Purifiers second only to the Whisperer, had died just like that!
It was practically a joke!
But this was clearly the Whisperer's voice. There was no need for confirmation, because the instant it rang out, every Purifier's heart trembled violently as they felt a throbbing from the depths of their souls.
Within that throbbing was infinite reverence for the Whispering God, as though it had been written into their genes.
There was no doubt about it. No argument was possible.
This was the god's voice of destruction.
Brendan and Ivanovich exchanged a glance. Both saw shock in the other's eyes, along with a glimmer of greed and desire.
Choose... a new Kesuer!
Choose a new president of the Purification Society!
It seemed that Kesuer was not a name, but a position acknowledged by the Whisperer!
A position beneath one god and above all others, a title for the god's apostle!
Whoever became Kesuer would receive the Whispering God's full recognition, become