After half a day—
The Valley of Specters Planet was, for the most part, silent. Not because there were no specters, nor because adventurers had abandoned it, but because of the very nature of specters themselves. They thrived on the instinct to flock together, to form endless herds. Any lone specter that stumbled upon a herd would merge into it, never leaving again unless some cataclysm tore it apart.
Over the course of millions of years, this instinct had turned the balance. The number of herds had grown immense, dwarfing the rare few who still wandered alone. Did that make finding them easier? Not truly. For although they gathered in great numbers, the Specter Valley Planet itself was massive—so vast in scale that entire continents could fit into its canyons. Its silence was not the silence of absence, but the silence of distance, the silence of a wilderness so enormous it devoured sound itself.
ClamorClamor
"Shaaaahh//"
