The attacker was sentenced to hang while the Society cheered on the executioner. Ted would have loved to attend the afterparty of the ceremony, but he had to follow through with his promise to elevate every last cultist.
When the massive ceremony was done with, Ted fell back into his bed and slept like a baby.
His cultists were happy. Of course, he had not given them anything he would have been uncomfortable parting with. Status inside the Society was fake. The endgame was about getting roasted alive by a vicious, divine thing that really did not care all that much about how the cultists had spent so much time perfecting their worship chants or anything mundane and fake like that.
