Even though she had a real treasure in her hand, the idea that the man was leading them into a trap still had weight.
However, his next words shattered that last layer of doubt.
Mad Scientist rose to his feet once more. This time he didn't try to gain his composure. He let the weariness sit plainly on his face, and when he spoke, his voice came out heavy. "Because only a God can stop a God."
Any sane and righteous man in the Midlands who heard that line would laugh and write him off as insane.
This cult did not. For them, those words rang like a simple statement of fact and naked intent.
Watching their God rise against the others, crushing them, and tearing apart the four main paths was the kind of future they would gladly die to see. It was carved into their purpose.
So seeing someone else share the very dream they lived for was enough to make them accept his resolve without another question.
