This was a single thread for rooting out the cultists in the "Riven" district—once they grabbed onto it, it wouldn't be long before every last cultist was uncovered.
"Brother, brother, I'm a daytime parishioner—I've even risen to Luminous Saint! The Demon Huntress Nun is hunting you across town. Hurry up and come out! I'll shelter anyone I can!" Ashu pleaded earnestly at the mouth of the well.
Sure enough, the cultist hidden beneath The Withered Well was stirred by his words.
He emerged, hauling himself up the narrow shaft with hands and feet until he finally climbed out. Covered head to toe in dust and grime, he looked thoroughly disheveled.
"Well, my friend, why the dirt-caked face?" Ashu regarded him like a predator sizing up his prey.
"Don't remind me," the cultist grumbled. "It's your fault the Town Mayor ended up dead."
"Ahem—otherwise, how would I have managed to become a Luminous Saint?" Ashu shot back.
