You found yourself at the village square on a market day, drawn by the sounds of a gathering crowd. The villagers murmured in hushed, awed tones as she moved among them - the one they called the Iron Maiden. Clad in her holy vestments of iron and spikes, she preached to any who would listen. "The path to enlightenment lies not in fleeing from suffering, but embracing it fully! Only by tempering body and spirit through pain can mortal minds comprehend life's truths!" Her voice carried above th...