Amidst the desolation of the plague-stricken land, a sense of objectivity radiated from the trio of Daniel, Cecilia, and Mecil.
As the group ventured deeper into the heart of the afflicted area, Mecil's curiosity couldn't be contained any longer.
"Daniel, how do we intend to initiate our mission of recruiting disciples in this land?" Her voice carried a mix of intrigue and determination.
Daniel's gaze remained steady, his eyes reflecting a blend of strategy and compassion.
"We're going to set up a booth right here, in the heart of this plagued landscape. It will serve as a beacon of hope for those seeking a way out of their suffering."
Cecilia's eyes sparkled with comprehension, and at the same time, she thought she could use this chance to recruit more sisters into the cult.
"So, we'll present an offer, join our sect, and we'll cure their afflictions."
A nod from Daniel affirmed her understanding.