The sudden blaze of light briefly brought the wizards' fighting to a halt. Even the steadily advancing mixed squads of Demon Hunters stared in astonishment at the "sun" slowly rising into the sky.
The Thunderstruck Wood Wand hummed fiercely, fine threads of lightning swirling into existence around its shaft before vanishing again.
Clear golden light expanded and contracted with his breathing. Whenever it bloomed, concentric rings rippled outward like waves on water.
It was not only those on the battlefield who saw it. The cameras faithfully broadcast the sight to most of the world's viewers.
They stared, dumbfounded, at something they had never seen before. Even ordinary people could sense the goodness within this "sun," its clear golden light filled with radiant righteousness and as warm as sunshine.
This thing was a demon? Something practically indistinguishable from holy light was really an evil monster?
But there were more surprises in store for those ordinary viewers.
Zhang Xiao's eyes were extraordinarily bright. Even his amber irises had taken on a golden glow.
"Rise!"
He roared, and the scene from the cave that had hidden Slytherin's Locket played out once again.
Illusory talisman scripts appeared behind him, densely packed together into a pair of enormous wings of light.
"Oh my God!"
Many soldiers clapped both hands to their heads, their eyes nearly popping out as they stared at Zhang Xiao in the distance.
"What is that? A seraph?"
Nearly seventy percent of the United States' population was Christian. At the sight of this angelic figure, many nearly broke down.
One particularly devout soldier grabbed a Demon Hunter by the collar and demanded at the top of his lungs:
"Didn't you say everyone in there was a demon? Does that look like a demon to you?"
But even the Demon Hunters were bewildered