A crowd stood within the great city of Exocron. Light seemed to be shinning down upon the center of the crowd and a figure stood within the wave of people. The figure stood within the center of the crowd, with people watching and staring at him. Every once in a while the figure would motion to someone in the crowd and they would step forward. Once the man in the crowd came closer the figure was revealed, it was the god, Neth.
Neth the Keeper stood within a crowd of thousands, his veins seemed to stand out from his body. His muscles were flexed and sweat was dripping from his brow. He hardly seemed to be a god at the moment, and yet as soon as one of the members of the crowd came close they seemed in awe of him. The man that had just stepped forward was a meager peasant, his right hand ended in a stump and scars lined every corner of his body.
Neth's arms glowed with a bright red aura, the darkside circling his palm. He reached out slowly to the man that had stepped forward. The follower of Moross knelt upon the ground, and Neth touched his forehead.
The instant he did a surge of power went from the god to the man on the floor. The mans veins popped from his own body, his muscles tightened, and a mark appeared upon his forehead. It was the mark of Moross. Then suddenly the mans arm began to regrow. His muscle and flesh knit itself in place, bone formed and his arm became whole once again.
The crowd roared with joy as the man became whole again, his arm regrowing and his scars disappearing. They cheered for their God, praising his strength and kindness.
Neth the Keeper stood within a crowd of thousands, his veins seemed to stand out from his body. His muscles were flexed and sweat was dripping from his brow. He hardly seemed to be a god at the moment, and yet as soon as one of the members of the crowd came close they seemed in awe of him. The man that had just stepped forward was a meager peasant, his right hand ended in a stump and scars lined every corner of his body.
Neth's arms glowed with a bright red aura, the darkside circling his palm. He reached out slowly to the man that had stepped forward. The follower of Moross knelt upon the ground, and Neth touched his forehead.
The instant he did a surge of power went from the god to the man on the floor. The mans veins popped from his own body, his muscles tightened, and a mark appeared upon his forehead. It was the mark of Moross. Then suddenly the mans arm began to regrow. His muscle and flesh knit itself in place, bone formed and his arm became whole once again.
The crowd roared with joy as the man became whole again, his arm regrowing and his scars disappearing. They cheered for their God, praising his strength and kindness.