He appears.

A resplendent vessel of flesh, housing order and righteousness incarnate, has conjured itself out of the ether. This quadrupedal avatar, best resembling an equine of sorts to human sensibilities, shines with an otherwordly, argent white. His sojourn in this material realm is enough to make any still living creature quiver—for He is; nary a single soul would resist yielding in deference to His boundless, inenarrable might.

His deep voice is booming and omnipresent:

"Greetings."