"And if I do not return, Great Leader?" Eligos asked, his voice shaking.
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...
Before them knelt Ratau, no longer the mentor, but a vessel of trembling devotion. "And if I do not return, Great Leader
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 Nothing is wasted
"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."
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 But lately, the mercy had been replaced by a cold, calculating efficiency.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.