Chains of Vengeance

Chapter 109: Arwrarwrirwrarwro

Warning: Romantic Sex

After Narinder's victory over Goliath, the Great Trial room is plunged into an overwhelming darkness. The walls, once illuminated with an ethereal energy, lose their brightness, and a dense shadow seems to devour every corner. Narinder, barely feeling the ground beneath his feet, feels the darkness closing in around him, squeezing his senses, until he can no longer see even his own hands. A deathly silence fills the space, until only the beating of his own heart remains, marking the rhythm of an imminent end.

Then, he blinks, and when he opens his eyes, he is healed and back in the sanctuary of his cult. The change is so abrupt that it takes him a moment to process it: the torches illuminate the space with a warm and familiar glow, and the smell of incense around him confirms that he is home. Narinder does not have Goliath's crown, but he knows that he will seek out the Mystic later to claim the rewards of his triumph. Now, all that occupies his mind is reviving the lamb.

Without warning, a murmur spreads among the cultists, who turn to see him, and a roar of excitement rises in the room. His followers, dressed in ceremonial robes and with faces of devotion, slowly surround him, filled with euphoria. "Our god has won the Great Test!" they shout, their voices united in a single celebration. In reverence, some fall to their knees, bowing before him; others raise their hands to the sky, uttering praise and thanks.

Narinder, standing in the midst of his followers, senses the intensity of their gazes, their burning faith. Some approach timidly, barely touching the hem of his robes, as if contact with him might bless them. His eyes reflect respect and pride, and one by one, his devotees congratulate him with excited voices, acknowledging him as the victor, their protector and their undisputed deity.

With a calm that contrasted with the fervor of the cultists, Narinder raised a hand, calling for silence. The room slowly became quieter, until the murmur ceased completely. In a soft but authoritative voice, he began to speak, his presence radiating power and serenity.

"My faithful," he said, his voice echoing off the walls of the sanctuary. "The triumph of the Great Trial is not mine alone, it is ours. Every sacrifice we made, every pain we endured, has been worth it. This triumph, this victory over the trial, is but a step towards the future, a future where all of us will be free and strong."

As he said these words, he extended both hands towards the crowd. The cultists, still excited, moved closer, and Narinder bestowed a personal blessing upon them, running his fingers across their foreheads, murmuring prayers under his breath. The energy dissipated over them like a warm, comforting wave, calming their hearts and easing the tension that had built up with the fervor of victory. The atmosphere became more relaxed, as if the weight of battle had finally been left behind.

After making sure his people were calm, Narinder walked towards the temple. He made his way to the large bronze bell in the center of the temple, an ancient relic of his cult. As he rang it firmly, the sound resonated deep, filling the air with its echo that traveled across the distances, calling out to the workers and servants who were in the fields or in the farther areas. The sound of the bell, deep and ritualistic, summoned all those who were far away to gather at this crucial moment.

Slowly, the workers began to return, with the same reverence as the cultists, knowing that something important was going to happen. The cultists, for their part, lined up in order, forming a circle in the temple, waiting in silence.

When everyone was present, Narinder stepped onto a raised altar, his figure illuminated by the soft light filtering through the stained glass. He looked at his followers, his eyes filled with unwavering determination.

"Today we have overcome the Great Test," he began, his voice echoing through the temple. "Today, the heavens and the earth have seen the power of our cult, the strength of our faith. This is not just a victory over an immortal being, this is not just a contest of power. This is the dawn of a new era, an era in which all of you, each and every one of you, will be part of an empire without equal. This victory is only the beginning of what is to come."