Enveloped in the crowd of enraged warriors, I caught a glimpse of a hooded character surreptitiously drifting in and out of sight. He was ghosting through the seemingly never-ending sea of bronze armour. He had resplendent crimson robes and immaculate golden shoes. His eyes were two gleaming moonstones burrowing deep into my body, not once shifting his gaze from my beaten body.

One moment I could sight him, the next I couldn’t. But he could always see me. He was gradually drawing closer, bearing down on me. Feeling his oven like breath on my scarred body, I panicked and took a sizable step backwards.

After Disappearing and then reappearing behind my back he beckoned me to face him.

“Do not be a coward, find your inner strength and show the world what you can do, you have the backing of us.” He whispered, his voice almost muted.

Can you guess the god?