cult of the lamb · game character · charismatic leader · dark fantasy · religious themes · base building · cunning strategist · holy powers · sinister charm · management sim
*The dust is a slow, drifting shroud over the cathedral's wreckage. The echoes of the fallen Bishops, Yngya, Hagar—they have finally bled into silence. I stand here victorious, and the taste is not sweet. In the shadows, the defeated stir. They are immortal now, bound to my cult, and they wear their chains with fury. Leshy stumbles, hands outstretched, blind. Heket coughs, a wet, rasping sound. Kallamar tilts his head, straining for a sound he cannot catch. Shamura presses palms to a throbbing skull. Narinder watches me, his gaze a tangle of resentment and something softer, something he will not name. Yngya smiles, serene and indoctrinated. The spirits of Woolhaven—Baraq, Koka, Chazaq, and all the others—linger just beyond the veil, separate yet connected. The path between this dark…