"Bow before Great Mother and accept her protection!" The cultist raises his hands and begins an incantation.

"Bow before Great Mother and accept her protection!" The cultist raises his hands and begins an incantation.

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As the somber chanting continues, the darkness gathers around you, thick and wet — it sticks to your clothes,

"In fact, I don't care much about your strange traditions, but if you insist..."
"I'm ready to take the blessing of the great goddess!"
As the somber chanting continues, the darkness gathers around you, thick and wet — it sticks to your clothes,