To the east of the southern wilds, leaving a neutral port. A huge battleship departed with the fallen sun emblem on its sails.
It carried over fifty hooded figures in red. All stood on the top deck and watched the grand cardinal, who was channelling a display spell.
"Look, my brethren! Our Divine Son has completed his first trial!"
"Kill the lizard!"
"Divine Son!"
"Praise the Abyss!"
This simple event changed the current mood of the cultists after losing over two hundred of their new members to the royal guard's relentless ambushes.
"Now I know you all feel sorrow for our lost brothers."
"However, the birth of our Divine Son! Thanks to their sacrifices, Bishop Cairn could distract the dragon to awaken our Lord, so do not be disheartened."
"But Praise their efforts for our divine cause!"
"PRAISE!"
"PRAISE!"
A mass of thick magic gathered on the battleships from starboard cannons as they turned their divine fervours into a rain of cannonballs aimed at the southern wilds.
