Deeply rooted in society, cultists donned the guise of false orthodoxy, indiscriminately luring both the poor and commoners onto the path of heresy.

This was fueled by the dominance of the Papacy, which served Nemethis and remained unshaken for centuries; the precarious monarchy, which had conquered the continent but was denied the imperial title; offerings that overwhelmingly surpassed collected taxes; the surging grievances of the common folk; and the piety used to placate them.

Within this unilateral and unreasonable power structure, the cultists, too, reaped sweet benefits.

Divine power users who bloomed with talent were gathered early by the Church, blossoming under the Pope’s blessing and trained as priests, paladins, and inquisitors.

But those who were not so fortunate were broken and crushed by the hands of the cult... they fell, degenerating into something like the man standing before them.

A pitiful yet bizarre existence: broken, twisted, abandoned without even realizing their own corruption, ultimately self-destructing... or ceasing to be human altogether.

In one cultist village, the man struck down seven inquisitors until every cultist had fled, and it took the remaining four inquisitors to barely subdue and restrain him.

They said that stabbing him only elicited a blink, cutting him only caused a momentary pause, and severed limbs either reattached themselves or regenerated.

The man was a powerful divine power user and a cultist.