The pulse of entropy settles over the attic, killing countless rats who can't comprehend what's happening to them. Plus countless little bugs and microbes.

The whisper settled behind him during the chant, and grew briefly silent as he spoke, but as the minutes roll on and more pests die, it grows louder and louder, and gleeful in tone.
Is it a voice now, asking something of him? The words remain hard to decipher, but there's a solid sense of questioning. And it seems to have settled in location, coming from beneath a sheet covering an elaborate specimen box with many sliding drawers and lids.