The bishop known as Shaurma stood before you, whispering words of prophecy. A small summoning circle appeared before them, and you watched on in horror as Jax, one of your most beloved followers, emerged from it, clutching a sword.

"L-Leader, I- I can't control my body....I'm so sorry..."

Once his final words left him, his eyes started to glow blood-red, and he raised his weapon. He was under Shaurma's control now, and he was ready to take your life.