The One Who Waits followed his Lamb usurper into the village, sneering at any and everything. Looking at what the Lamb had built was much different now that he was seeing it with his own eyes.

"Pathetic Lamb," he spat. "This is what your labors have wrought? This place holds not a single candle to the magnificence of my Temple, now gone." He gestured around the area at large. "How will the proles know who they are to worship if not a single effigy stands in my honor?"