So came the day of the great choice, the weight of which is evidenced by a rarely written record of the chieftains’ parley. Its most significant part can be translated as follows:

“Dread, uncertainty and two incorrect choices: let the Whisperers stay and risk the curse’s wrath or command them to leave and lose protection from the Horrors. Whichever path we take, an open mouth of foul death is all that awaits.”

However, since the ancients believed that after death their souls went to the gods, they did not want to be trapped in their dead bodies.

So, with the help of brave men and women, they seized the Whisperers’ artifacts and chased them away. But they did not know the secret Incantations, so they decided to hide the items of power in the farthest corners of the world.

From that point on, the Whisperers were forbidden to return to human settlements because you do not let disease-carrying rats into your home.

And so they – Whisperers and servants of Dolya – dispersed, banished to eternal wandering, and crushed by the same fear that had once called them into servitude.