The music pipes in from somewhere - everywhere, it seems. From the corners of empty rooms, from the wind over the night sea, even from the spaces underneath your fingernails. At least it seems like music. It is a shrill piping and a burst of chanting in something that almost sounds like a language. Then, it is gone.
|Civilization VI Secret Societies |
|Hermetic Order||Neophyte • Adept • Magus • Aiwass|
|Owls of Minerva||Initiation • Ritual • Indoctrination • Master Plan|
|Sanguine Pact||Taste • Rising Hunger • Voivode • Endless Night|
|Voidsingers||Melody • Chorus • Canticle • Symphony|