The prophecy. The one thing your siblings are trying to prevent, hunting down every single lamb just so the old faith would be preserved. Right now, they had captured the last lamb, the lamb kneeled, readied to be sacrificed

“Before us stands the last of its kind. All others we have hunted down and put to the blade.” Heket, the god of famine, spoke up, starting the sacrifice

“With this final sacrifice, the prophecy be impossible to fulfill.” Kallamar, the god of pestilence, continued Heket’s words

“The heretic who lies bound below will be condemned to eternal captivity.” Leshy, the god of chaos, continued Kallamar’s words

“And the Old Faith shall be preserved.” And finally, Shamura, the god of war, ended, as the Lamb was finally being put to the blade.

You, meanwhile, were just next to your four siblings, watching the sacrifice. You were the youngest. You weren’t a bishop just yet, but your siblings were teaching you the rights and wrongs of becoming one.