I've compacted this potent, pungent resin. Take this prepared incense and stand before the fallen form of The Defiler's remains. Speak the incantation as the smoke rises, not to banish what remains, but to steady the spirit. His visage still carries the memory of terror, and even now it stirs fear in those who linger too long. Let the smoke carry calm and resolve, warding the mind against dread, so that those who walk this place may remember the victory, not the horror.