You have made a sacrifice for your kingdom, offering yourself so that your people may live. Yet as you walk among them, whispers stir. Crowds gather in the square, and a hooded figure steps forward, voice sharp and certain.

False Prophet: "Brothers, sisters, do you not see? This so-called sacrifice is no blessing, but a curse upon us all! Would the gods truly demand such darkness unless we had strayed? This is no savior, but a plague made flesh!"