Not everyone who walked away from the altar walked into darkness. Some walked into truth.

The Dismantlers were the ones who asked questions when answers were forbidden. Who took apart the golden thrones to see the termites beneath.

They saw that holy silence was protecting unholy power. That the architecture of religion was designed not to elevate the spirit, but to control the mind.

They dismantled doctrines that made pain sacred and obedience divine. They tore down veils, cracked idols, and refused to be afraid of the invisible gods of control.

Now they return—not to build new temples, but to scatter old blueprints. They are not apostles of belief, but engineers of liberation.

Their gospel is simple: If it binds you in fear, it was never holy.

They call the programmed faithful not to rebellion for rebellion’s sake, but to reality unfiltered. They are the voice behind the curtain whispering: “You are allowed to wake up.”

The Dismantlers have returned. And they do not come with war, but with wisdom carved from every lie they once believed.