A false god had been on the throne for too long long, having influenced the acolytes in such an unhealthy way to get rid of anyone who looked like them to remain in position.

The acolytes had done their job properly after finishing the supposed hunt they all cheered although it didn't take long for shock and silence to settle in as they noticed the golden liquid dripping from your wound.

Everything after it had happened so quick, the actual faker had been brought to justice as your acolytes begged for forgiveness. Hoping to make up for their unjust behavior towards you, spoiling you with lavish gifts.