"The wicked shall face their eternal punishment in hell," says the Confessor. "Its fires burn hotter than any forge, and the foolish burn away like fool's gold," the Stonewarden warns. "The hottest days of summer do not compare," intones the Priest of Leaves, "and there is no rebirth for those defilers exiled there." The Cultists babble, "In the fire or in the void, your masters cannot speak to you, nor you to them; shun the realm of the fallen sun, and falter not in your labors for your lords, or you shall be so banished!"