"You're looking for a fight, aren't you!?" the cult priest shouted, his voice trembling with a mix of anger and desperation. He turned to his fellow cult members, his face red with fury. "Call our saint here! She will show them whose faith is stronger—theirs or the Saint of Three Gods!"
The other cult priests nodded eagerly, their expressions filled with a twisted sense of righteousness. One of them pulled out a small, ornate bell and rang it sharply. The sound echoed unnaturally, carrying far beyond the crowd.
The Armand citizens, still standing firm, exchanged uneasy glances. They had heard rumors of the cult's so-called saint—a figure shrouded in mystery and said to wield divine power. But the people of Armand were not easily intimidated. They stood their ground, their faith in their land and their High Priest unwavering.