Perun and Daboh became angry over the humans’ impertinence. Who would dare to disturb the gods! Who would have the courage to steal their power! Humankind had become unbridled and deserved damnation!

Hence, the gods descended to the ground now much trampled by human feet and stood before the blasphemer, on whose lips the forbidden whispers danced. But Daboh’s shine did not blind him, nor did Perun’s grimness worry him. The Whisperer looked straight at the gods’ faces, his eyes merciless and brutal, sensible and full of ardour. So great was the courage of the first of us!

And when the gods readied to blow a fatal strike and get rid of the parasite, a woman barged between them. In their passion, they took her for a mortal and began to pummel her with their full might, without a shred of mercy. But she did not back down nor flinch, and neither was the Whisperer touched by even the smallest splinter of their power.

Then they recognised the features mentioned by Praboh, and the comprehension dawned that it was Mokosh’s daughter, walking on the Surface, and they felt ashamed by their own violence and bowed to her.