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.
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. Cult of the LambData edycji: 23-01-2023, 21:27P...
Before them knelt Ratau, no longer the mentor, but a vessel of trembling devotion. As the Lamb walked away, the bell atop