"If you're both able to stand, it's time for your next and last trial," says the guide, gesturing for them to follow him.

He gives them time to stand, understanding they might be wobbly and when they're ready to follow he leads them into a massive circular room.

Now this one looks...ominous. They're in an indented circular area, an ampitheater. Standing above them, around the circle, are masses of cultists.

About twenty other conscripts, still in normal clothes like them are standing in the circular area. Some have hazy expressions of uncaring nihilism. Some look scared. A few look bitter, as if they resent their treatment slightly. (After that pain trial, who wouldn't?)

The door slams shut behind them and the guide stands on a metal disc on the ground. He extends his hand and reveals himself to be a Braalian by levitating the disc and himself up above them.

"Conscripts, now is your final and most important trial," he says. "You have proven your sincerity. You have shown us your endurance of pain and how it's given you conviction."

He smiles and it's not a nice smile.

"Now you have the generous gift of having a chance to demonstrate your utility."