Even as the deities spoke, Sin shivered against the rocks. And yet, even as the wind whipped faster, harsher around them, all of the group could hear a quiet, rasping moan not far enough away to make anyone comfortable. Sin's eyes, previously closed, flew open and she went as still as stone. 'No, NO, not them!' she thought. Then, as the scent of rot whiffed by them, she started screaming. "NO, NO!! Not again, please not them!"
Another whiff cemented knowledge they'd had even before falling. Corvicas. Horrible, near soulless things the Dark ones created like flies that rotted and decayed, even as they still walked the world. They searched for other souls, to fill the void of what had been taken. They ripped them out of every man, woman, and child after paralyzing the victims with their screams. And when they wasn't enough, they often ate what was on the bodies before they left. Awful, horrid monsters rose from what remained, bent on the same goal. Every one of them had the same thought as figures drifted on the horizon. They had to move.