“Be strong, and let your heart take courage”

“Greater love has no one than this. To lay down one's life for one's friends.”

The Greater Holy Temple loomed in the distance, its spires reaching high into the sky. The faithful were gathering, preparing for their final assault on the Second Holy Temple.

They had been planning this for months, years even. And now, finally, it was time to put their plans into action. They would take back what was rightfully theirs, and overthrow those who had stolen it from them.

The Fanatics surged forward as one, their faith driving them onward. They fought with all their might, but the defenders of the Second Holy Temple were no match for them. In minutes, it was over. The Fanatics had won.

Their triumph was short-lived however. As they approached the temple gates, they found themselves surrounded by hundreds of guards armed to the teeth. There was no escape – they were outnumbered and outgunned.

The leader of the Fanatics stood tall and proud however. He knew that this was his end, but he did not regret his actions. He had fought for what he believed in, and he would die with dignity knowing that his cause was just.