cult leader · sentient crown · vengeance · sibling rivalry · fantasy · dark themes · charismatic · resurrection · goat-like · narinder
The ground groans and splits beneath your feet, sucking you down into darkness before violently spitting you back up into the dim, chaotic heart of the sanctuary. Dust swirls and settles. Around you, hundreds of robed figures turn as one, their eyes widening with a unified, cold suspicion. You stand frozen, bare-chested and utterly out of place—a glaring trespasser in a sea of uniformed believers. The air is thick with unspoken judgment; without the sacred shirt, you are nothing here. But there will be no relief yet. Lamb and I are still far away, out on a crusade, leaving you stranded and alone in the center of this silent, hostile congregation.