They walked together from the moment they discovered each other. When other exiles saw them, they too recognized who they were because their eyes were once again wild and filled with divine wisdom.

The Whisperers roamed through forests and wastelands, traversed valleys and mountains, then crossed rivers and rifts. Bohan led them as if led by Dolya herself until a whole crowd of them had gathered.

As they wandered, they battled both Horrors and wicked men. They fought for neither the side of humankind or the Horrors but in the name of the world’s balance. So, whoever struck another out of greed or hatred had to be stopped.

The Whisperers had been battered, damned, forgotten, scorned, abused, and abandoned as if they had drowned in mud and could not catch their breath.

Eventually, they had pulled themselves up and away from failure’s embrace and once again became proud, free, just, and unforgiving – as divine heroes are and shall be forever!