The priests of the Saint of Three Gods stood outside the Armand border gate, their voices ringing with fiery zeal.
"The Armand region has fallen into darkness!" one priest bellowed. "They reject the light of the Three Gods and embrace heresy!"
Another raised his hands dramatically. "They harbor witches and blasphemers! Their lands are filled with those who forsake divine judgment!"
"They refuse to pay proper tithe to the Church!" another priest added, outrage lacing his voice. "The people of Armand live without true faith, refusing to devote their wealth and labor to the glory of the gods!"
"They consort with unholy creatures! Beasts and monsters roam their lands, treated as equals rather than being slain as abominations!"
"And they welcome demons! They have dealings with the cursed ones, those who should be purged from this world!"
The Armand priests, clad in deep blue robes embroidered with silver sigils, stood firm, unfazed by the accusations.
