Serpent Lake my spirit rises off the plate

Her eyes flashed, their silvery depths mirroring the moon and he stared back, his own warm and purged from their evil. He had been born with the innocent blue as any babe, yet as he grew, impurity spread to his gaze, darkening it. The other priests were wary but the heartless had not taken ahold of him, he had fought. Raas had given him another chance. The evil here in this woman, though, had clearly taken roots.

She discarded the body of the snake thoughtlessly and took a step forward, though Phares steeled himself and stood his ground. She spoke, testing his faith. The priest placed a paw gently atop the snake head while he raised his own confidently. This one could still be saved, perhaps. "We priests have a way to help those who are afflicted," he said calmly, trying to rationalise with the foreigner.