Epherene arrived at the Flower of the Pig with Rohakan. He had insisted they dine at the finest restaurant in town.2

"Hmm, this is quite delicious," Rohakan remarked, clearly pleased with the roasted Roahawk.0

"See? I told you it was good," Epherene responded.0

Their names sound almost identical. Roahawk, Rohakan… Roahkan, Rohakan… Epherene thought with a quiet laugh to herself.1

"Hehe… But really, why are you here? And what’s all this talk about a demon?" Epherene asked, taking a bite of the Roahawk’s hind leg.1

As a reference, she had given Rohakan the front leg, even though the hind leg was tastier. Without much thinking, she lied, claiming the front was the best.4

“It’s called the Voice. Even I cannot grasp its full nature. Of all the demons I’ve encountered, it is unquestionably the most powerful,” Rohakan said.0

"... Wait, really? Does that mean the continent is doomed?" Epherene asked, her eyes widening in shock at the thought that even Rohakan couldn’t fully understand it. The piece of meat she had been holding slipped from her hand and dropped onto the plate.0

Rohakan let out a hearty laugh and said, "No, demons wouldn’t want the continent destroyed—without humans, they’d have nothing left to entertain them. Their true purpose lies elsewhere."0

"Then what does it want?"0

"I’m not sure yet, but one thing is certain—it presents an opportunity for all of you to grow."3

“... Grow?” Epherene echoed.0

"Yes, it will be dangerous, but you’ll understand when the time comes. … Oh, and should you ever find yourself in the World of the Voice…" Rohakan paused, pulling out a curious coin from his pocket.0

"What’s that?" Epherene asked, her eyes fixed on the unusual coin.0

"This is the currency of the Voice," Rohakan said. "I’ve been giving one out to each of my trusted friends."1

Epherene accepted the coin but remained silent, her eyes full of curiosity as she watched him, waiting for...0