Tied to a rune covered platform, staring up into a swirling maelstrom of fire and energy, while a mad high priest continued his summoning of an avatar of his deity that would consume my soul and then inhabit my now empty body.
Certainly a moment to reconsider one's life choices, specifically those that led to my being a hero adventurer.
And then the ritual ends, the energy dissipates, and the amassed worshipers look on hopefully at you, who is very much the same person as before the ritual began.
How often does one get to choose to be worshipped, anyway?
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