He was a God made present in the world of the mortal. How glorious he was in all affront. His visage and body truly one without comparison, his power and presence contested by none.
Andesa lifted the mighty sword made of his blood as he gathered energy.
His will as a God dwindled in time. His divinity and faith were stolen by the malicious reflection of his believers' heart. How pitiful, this God was. Only but a divine entity in name alone.
Unable to even open the path to the afterlife. Weakened as he may have been however, Andesa's power in essence remained and it was in the form of the Beast of Penance. A wild kind of power.
The Beast of Penance may seize control of his faith. Enslaved his believers and faithful by exploding their most primal hatred to power its existence.
Ritual of the Purifying Flames.
Its effect was singular, and that was to erase the presence of evil and malice that remained.
