Whisper of the Worm
Exotic Titan
A Guardian's power makes a rich feeding ground. Do not be revolted. There are parasites that may benefit the host… teeth sharper than your own.
Item stats
  • 380
    Attack (Solar)
  • 3
    Magazine
Primary
Impact
100
Range
78
Stability
24
Handling
35
Reload Speed
42
Rounds Per Minute
72
Hidden
Aim assistance
39
Recoil Direction
74
Zoom
40
Inventory Size
60
Weapon Perks
White Nail

Higher base precision damage. Rapidly landing three precision hits will refill the magazine.

Polygonal Rifling

Barrel optimized for recoil reduction.
• Increases stability

Accurized Rounds

This weapon can fire longer distances.
• Increases range

Mulligan

Missing a shot has a chance to return ammo directly to the magazine.

Fitted Stock

This stock makes the weapon stable but heavy
• Increases stability
• Moderately controls recoil
• Slightly decreases handling speed

Weapon Mods
Default Ornament

Restores your weapon to its default appearance.

Bound Hammer

Equip this weapon ornament to change the appearance of Whisper of the Worm. Once you get an ornament, it's unlocked for all characters on your account.

Between Breaths

Equip this weapon ornament to change the appearance of Whisper of the Worm. Once you get an ornament, it's unlocked for all characters on your account.

Whisper Catalyst

Upgrades this weapon to a Masterwork. It will generate Orbs on multikills and gain a tracker that displays the number of enemies defeated by using it. You can upgrade it to improve its stats and perks.

Upgrade Masterwork

Obtain Blighted Essence from "The Whisper (Heroic)" to unlock this upgrade.

Lore
Xol, the Will of Thousands, perished but was not destroyed. Death is a road, death is metamorphosis, the unsacred union between destroyer and destroyed. The might which defeats a god is also the ambrosia that god craves, the meat-sweet logic of Existence-Asserted-By-Violence, the binomial decision between two ways of being which deny each other. In dying, Xol fed richly. Now came Xol unto the Taken upon Io, who fed Xol with plunder and tried to make of it an idol and a commanding will. Yet Xol was bound joyously to the very logic that sustained it in its death. It wanted the sword proof, the single proof. It wanted to become a rule which divided the mighty living from the mighty dead. So it whispered the Anthem Anatheme, the temptation to dominate the objective universe with the subjective will. It said, I shall be an engine to make your desire hegemon over your conditions. It said, WIELD ME, AND USE ME TO TEST YOUR FOE. This was its worship. Aiat.