One of Two
By the time Hao Xuan reached Argham the changes were already visible. The light of the cross was covering everything and everyone in sight. It was like an all-seeing eye shining its light onto these mortals that could not bear to look away.
Hao Xuan stood atop one of the taller buildings and saw its effects reflected in the faces of these people. The younger children were almost in a trance unable to peel their gaze away.
The older generation was much more conscious of what was happening around them but even still they were not unaffected. Hao Xuan raised his arm in front of his face and noticed how his hair stood straight up.
There was bloodlust in the air.
The mortals were suffocating under its pressure. Even when not directly looking at the cross it still rested heavily on their hearts, instilling a sense of fear that they had not known since the days of old.
Hao Xuan could feel this better than most and understood its origin. It was the power of a God.