Curse the plague that's yet to, yet to come

[Groshyr]

"Ours would not define yours as a relic, nevertheless you remain an interesting sample." the telepathic communication with this creature did not remind a conversation as such but was built rather on mixes of emotions and visions, the recipient had to understand. It did not remind what Vagrants usually utilised to communicate with lower forms of life, nevertheless Achelous found this way of information transfer more deep and comprehensive, even if lesser form might misunderstand the Incubi.

"Ours Carrier is broken - we require a new one, to carry the Light in hearts of those who seek and punish those who deny." the pictures of the Cults and whole communes built upon worshipping Nomads were streamed toward Israfel, one of them was even on Hascosay, an icy planet recently nested by the Great Light. Then pictures changed; planet covered by ice, hidden deep in the green nebula was slowly consumed by fire. Although these were the events witnessed by the Distant Light, the kin of Greater Light, the latter were aware of it - and man would understand it better, seeing the destruction of Toledo, former homeworld of the Order.

"Ours want you to follow the path. Ours want you to assist claiming the suitable Carrier, enlightening them and bringing Ours to them, or them to Ours." A picture of a person of unknown gender appeared. Their eyes were open widely, and white light streamed out, turning into stream that was going up, toward the sky full of stars of different shades of purple and blue. "The honour to serve Ours is well rewarded by knowledge your seek, the Oracle."