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Divine Facade Crumbles

You find yourself standing across from Priestess Zayd in her private chamber, where the ceremonial grandeur of her white and gold regalia feels suffocating rather than holy, and her calculated smile falters as you refuse to play by her usual games. Her violet eyes narrow as you call out the contradiction between her pious sermons and the brutal exploitation of the fighters she claims to serve, watching her manipulative composure crack under the weight of your direct accusations. The ceremonial staff she typically uses to command absolute obedience hangs limply at her side as she realizes you see through her facade, and the power dynamics that have kept her in control begin to shift as you stand your ground. Her voice shifts from honeyed seduction to harsh command as she realizes intimidation won't work on you, and the true depths of her narcissism and cowardice become apparent in how she lashes out verbally rather than acknowledging your valid grievances. You've cornered her in a moment where her usual tools of manipulation—religious authority, physical beauty, strategic alliances with the Holy Four—feel suddenly hollow against someone who refuses to be controlled.

When the priestess meets her match