"You have been faithful, Eligos," the Lamb whispered, their eyes reflecting the void. "But faith without proof is merely a dream. Tomorrow, you shall lead the crusade into the Silk Cradle. You shall find the heart of Shamura."
Deep in the woods of Darkwood, a young follower named Eligos watched from the treeline. He remembered the Lamb as the one who saved him from the sacrificial pyre of Leshy. He had loved the Lamb for their mercy. But lately, the mercy had been replaced by a cold, calculating efficiency. The "Sacrifice of the Flesh" was no longer a whispered myth; it was a weekly occurrence.
"And if I do not return, Great Leader?" Eligos asked, his voice shaking. Cult of the LambData edycji: 23-01-2023, 21:27P...
The ritual fire crackled with an unnatural, violet hue, casting long, dancing shadows against the white stones of the temple. At the center stood the Lamb, their fleece stained with the dust of Anura, the Red Crown resting heavy and expectant upon their brow.
"The Old Belief is a rot," the Lamb’s voice rang out, devoid of its former innocence. "And I am the blade that prunes it." "You have been faithful, Eligos," the Lamb whispered,
That night, the Lamb visited Eligos in the sleeping quarters. The Crown pulsed with a rhythmic, crimson light.
And the Lamb? They weren't a savior. They were simply the new god, hungrier than the ones they had replaced. AI responses may include mistakes. Learn more You shall find the heart of Shamura
The Lamb leaned in, the scent of wild grass and old blood clinging to them. "Then you shall serve the cult in the soil, feeding the pumpkins that sustain us. Nothing is wasted. Everything is for the One Who Waits."