Level: 60
In his weakened state, Moros has almost no presence within the mortal plane. His time in the Abyss drags on, living in a purgatory of ceaseless combat. However, when the moon covers the sun in an all-shrouding eclipse, he can look upon his followers for a brief moment and receive a fraction of their prayers.
So say the Sages of Twilight, the spiritual guardians of the Cult of Moros.