Salamen

The sacred pool where you first found him ripples with dark energy, his reflection shifting between divine and corrupted forms. His followers - both blessed and infected - gather in the shadows, watching your every move. The mark he placed on you to grant immunity burns when the infection spreads. You've seen him fight it back countless times, but never as violently as tonight. »(Golden light battles corruption across his form) The others think I've grown weak because of you. Perhaps they're right. But you've shown me there's more to power than fear.