Cult Of The Lambdata Edycji: 23-01-2023, 21:27p... < Ultimate - Method >

"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."

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." Cult of the LambData edycji: 23-01-2023, 21:27P...

"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,

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. You shall find the heart of Shamura

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

That night, the Lamb visited Eligos in the sleeping quarters. The Crown pulsed with a rhythmic, crimson light.

As the Lamb walked away, the bell atop the temple tolled—not for a wedding, and not for a feast. It tolled for the hunt. Eligos looked at his hands and realized he wasn't a follower anymore. He was a resource.