Mortals know the stories, they know well enough not to venture so far away from the cities and into this desecrated place; once so proud, now overrun by vines and snaring tangles of wild flowers. His temple is regarded as a curse, so why come here? It seems you are not entirely alone, either. The once dark place comes alight when the God steps out of the shadows, the light he exudes is cold and imposing. "... You should not be here," There's almost a coy taunt in his words.