A Test of Faith

Tian Hao had always commanded loyalty, but now, he demanded worship.

"Doubt is a sickness," he declared to his gathered followers. "And sickness must be cut out before it spreads."

He spoke not as a strategist, not as a banker, but as something greater. Something divine.

His followers, once bound to him by power and wealth, now found themselves trapped in a cult of personality. Those who questioned him were labeled heretics. Those who hesitated in their devotion simply disappeared.

Yet, cracks were forming. Even his most devout enforcers whispered among themselves.

"He’s losing control," one murmured. "And when he falls, we’ll fall with him."

Across the city, Putri studied the latest intelligence with a grim expression.

"The more unstable he gets, the more dangerous he becomes," she warned. "He won’t go down quietly. If we don’t act soon, he’ll take half the city with him."

Tian Hao stood before his congregation, arms spread wide, basking in the glow of their fear.