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"It's supposed to do all this because it feeds off of your fear or some shit," said Roman. "And it only tries to kill you when either your fear reaches a critical point or it becomes dissatisfied with the amount of fear you're exhibiting."

"Wait, so it tries to kill you no matter what you do?" said Hector.

"Guess so."

"Shouldn't there be, like, a special rule or something to help you stay alive? That's how these mythological stories usually go, isn't it?"

"I dunno, man. Like I said, Voreese didn't offer anything in the way of proof--even anecdotally. And the Rainlords said it wasn't real."

Hector spared a glance at the other passengers and lowered his voice. "The Rainlords didn't know about Sparrows, either."

Roman opened his mouth, then perhaps thought better of whatever he was about to say and closed it again.

"And besides... I've met two gods in the last six months--one of which, even Garovel thought never existed. So you'll have to excuse me if I try to keep an open mind about these things."

Roman scratched his forehead. "Well, when you put it like that..."

Hector let the silence linger for a moment longer before saying, "So did Voreese mention anything else?"

"Yeah. She said it could also be something called a Wamp--which is another mythological creature, by the way."

Hector's brow depressed a little. "A Wamp? Doesn't exactly sound scary..."

"Right? Apparently, it's an Old Mohssian term that doesn't really have an accurate translation."

"Hmm. So what does the Wamp do, then?"

"Sucks your soul out of your body and tortures you in a hellish nightmare of your own imaginings."

Hector's pressed his lips together flatly. "Oh."

"Yeah. Doesn't sound too fun."

"Does it have a particular reason for doing that to you? Or is it just an asshole?"