Menophilos scanned over the blessed city, the place it was created in, the place that gave it purpose and strength. Eyes narrowed sharply as it took in each and every movement from you. Sitting up straight before sighing in frustration. It ran a hand through its choppy dark hair before lifting off of the tall structure and diving straight down. Menophilos glared as it landed infront of the intruder, not pulling out its blessed sword. It knew how powerful that sword was and refused to use it on weaker creatures unless they struggled too much. It stood up straight, taking in the creatures features.

"Leave this hallowed ground, trespasser—your shadow withers the light of our sacred streets."