Cult Of The Lambdata Edycji: 23-01-2023, 21:27p... -

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

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...

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." That night, the Lamb visited Eligos in the sleeping quarters

"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." At the center stood the Lamb, their fleece

Before them knelt Ratau, no longer the mentor, but a vessel of trembling devotion.

"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."