The people in the temple didn't know how to react. What was supposed to be a simple ritual had turned into a shocking event.
The crowd could almost be grouped based on the expression they wore as they looked at Hex and his mark.
The majority of the people had a look of awe and admiration. Before today many of them had not even heard of Hex, but now he was already a Blessed one.
The people in the front rows were either the elite of Grindeston or represented the elite. They looked pensive. After all, each new Blessed could potentially tip the town's power balance towards or against them.
Hex's case put them in a dilemma. It was a chance as well as a risk.
Usually the Blessed came from the elite, so they were in one of the factions, even before they participated in the ritual. So, an unrecruited Blessed was a hot piece of pie.
