In the name of Dolya, I shall continue to write this Chronicle, much the same as the great and honourable Ga’al did before me.

Praise be to Dolya! Praise be to the one whose birth put an end to the Age of Misery and began the Age of Hope!

The days before Dolya’s birth were indeed incredibly cruel. The Horrors and Monsters under Chors’s command were attacking people’s settlements, thereby breaking the word that was given to Mokosh by Veles. Veles had completely lost control over his creatures, and they now considered Chors their king.

Chors was not one to be bargained with, however, as he would not give in to threats or listen to pleas: no weapon of man could stop him or his Horrors. The greatest havoc of all, however, was caused by Žmij, the Snake Prince, who rejected Veles with the utmost disdain.

All pacts were broken. Even the worshippers of the Fire and Svarog himself were not safe from the blind fury of the Horrors. The ground ran red with blood as the arrows rained from the skies upon it. Everyone cared only about their own kin, trying to save them from annihilation. Withering away like a decaying blossom, humankind fought to exist while Chors’s foot hung over it, only waiting for the right moment to stamp it to dust.