"You all only understand the surface right now, so starting today, you must recite the slogans of Saint Diss every day until they are deeply ingrained in your souls and you can never forget them! Do you understand?"
"Understood!" came another ear-splitting shout.
The man smiled faintly, "Very good. Next is the time for personal statements. Does anyone wish to speak?"
No sooner had he finished speaking, everyone in the room raised their hands eagerly, afraid of being overlooked.
The man casually pointed at someone in the front row.
The person stood up excitedly, their broad face full of infinite gratitude.
"I used to be a butcher killer for hire, living a life of slaughter for so long that I had forgotten what it meant to revere anything. I could even attack innocent children without any expression—though I was alive, I was already dead!"
