Confessional

One hand high above his head, Oswald let the piercing light in his eyes be perceived by everybody.

No thought ventured toward the right direction. The many citizens that had lived their entire life inside the ramparts of the city or in the urban areas were unable to feel danger. The plain middle class that knew nothing of the outside world was seeing the exact description offered by their favourite priest. There was no wolf, no abomination created by the devil himself to pull their life into the depths of hell.

There was no animal light refraction to see during the day, he lacked his bestial self, his straight stance and shoulders at their head level made the people double their efforts to look at him.

A glimmer of hope, a beacon of life ready to give his time and guide them forward.