"I. WILL. NOT. HAVE IT!"
Head Priest Germot's declaration rang off the stone walls of the great hall like the pronouncement of an angry god, and faint golden light gathered around him as he summoned up all of his courage and faith to make a final stand against the evil demons who had invaded his home and threatened to corrupt his church.
The Head Priest had soaked in the prayers of the faithful for many hours tonight, and his body brimmed with vigor in a way that it only did on high holy days when he could gather the voices of a vast congregation in prayer. Now, he drew upon that reserve of faith, wrapping it around himself like a radiant robe or a holy suit of armor to ward off the influence of demons.
