Every statue standing vigilant before a gate is a manifestation of this god. His square-jawed face inspires awe, and his presence is enough to dissuade the cockiest thief or most hostile intruder. He stands, broad-shouldered, armed and armored in shining alloys, impenetrable, sheened with magic. The sun rises from his planted feet upward, and it sets under his watchful gaze at the end of each day of warning. Quiet, unsung, he steps between danger and its target, holds the line, and returns faithfully to his eternal post.
