Aaron watched as the old man, the leader of the devil worshippers, froze and his expression began to calm. The sky had already returned to normal and the whole city was beginning to recover from the darkness.
''He must have been through so much to be so strong,'' said one of the people around, almost every one of them with tears in their eyes.
''Make way, please! Please move out of the way.'' A voice from the back ranks of the people was getting louder and closer. It was Dahlia, trying to gently move hundreds of people out of the way and reach Aaron.
"Dahlia!" said Aaron excitedly, his hair and eyes instantly turning a golden colour, his God's Eyes, which he almost always kept open, were a real dead giveaway.
Dahlia dodged through the people and saw Aaron covered in blood, after a few seconds of hesitation she ran over and hugged her brother.
