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The whisper returned in full force, and it appeared to have started over. I don't even know if you can hear me from within your... prison. But I'm sorry. You're angry, I know. And we're trying to help you. We're trying to help you, and yes, I know, I should have helped you all those years ago instead of sealing you in here out of fear. But we will free you. Please, if you can hear me, do try to go easy on them. It's dangerous enough as it is sending them in, but do try and help us and fight with us. I'm sorry, I am. And... And I... I... care about you a lot. The whisper emitted a force of grief to everyone, before retreating with a loud whoosh.

Dangerous...Go easy...Help...Worry...

Don't hurt...They...You...Trust me...He'll help

*Summons Shardblade, slams down faceplate, and assumes Stonestance* It's about to get funky up in here.

The whisper started muttering incoherently, random words and phrases, hard to make out except occasionally. I...Mean to...Not your fault...Why...Sorry...Please...Help her

Scene 40 was based off Goodbye by Bo Burnham, and scene 35 was just me writing Morningtide thank you for the kind words ilysm.

The song will stay there until you save her. I'm sorry, I'm not in the best state to remove it right now. There's... a lot of memories playing in my head right now.

Might I direct you to this website? https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/comeuntochrist/believe

The whooshing whisper returned. Mmm. You know most of the story now. Yes, Wizard's sister was corrupted by the Nethergrim and became the Speakk. Wizard and I sealed Them in the basement. Eons ago. Do try to save her... She... Let's just say it was quite painful to seal her away, and I miss her very much. Good luck.

The whooshing whisper returned, and it sounded more like Dr. Calano this time. Actually, I kinda wanna see where this goes. You have my blessing to confront the Speakk. Here is something to help you all. @The Wandering Wizard, they have my blessing, do not interfere. In the hands of the adventurers, a small glowing sphere appeared. It flashed inside, like lighting. This is a Wild Orb. It contains Pure Wild Magic. It is incredibly rare, and is the only weakness of the Speakk. Good luck. The presence that was the whooshing whisper left, but remained at the same time, as if spectating.

Dr. Calano shudders. "I've seen the Speakk with Spikes. It's... It's terrifying."

"The kind that makes regular nails."

Dr. Calano slapped his face.

"Did you not hear the loud voices arguing with me? That was The Speakk."

"You won't be making a new set of hinges, you'll be leaving it glued there. The Speakk cannot be allowed to leave it's chamber, nor draw anyone in to face the Trial."

"Oi!"

"We didn't write it down. Describing it would've been hell for the Scholars."

"Silhouette, no."

"Yeah. That was... messy."

"I'm sure the Speakk would be more than willing to let you run it. But still no."

The Doctor pinches the bridge of his nose. "Maybe letting y'all run the Trial was a better idea."

"Yes, Nameless. Alhol bad."

"Uhhh, I'm not so sure that that's a good idea."

Don't bother, Wizard. I've got it this time. Wizard is ejected from the basement by a gentle wind, and the door slams shut. After a brief few seconds, the door molds into the wall, until there is no door, just wall. Dr. Calano rounds the corner, hands on his hips. "I did say not to go down there."