As soon as they passed through the second gate, they were led straight into a grand hall of haunting beauty.
With a few small exits on either side of the hall, one could easily imagine just how majestic this church must have been in the past.
Xion had to crane his neck just to take in the towering statue of the goddess at the far end, but unlike the one he had seen before, this figure was shrouded entirely in a dark cloth, veiled from head to toe.
Cobwebs stretched across the chamber like neglected lace, clinging even to the statue's draped form.
The altar below was almost bare, save for a single tarnished goblet and a few incense sticks—completely burnt out—jutting from small holes carved directly into the stone surface.
The ash had piled up in a tiny mound beside the sticks, still emitting faint grey smoke that was visible to them even from such a distance.
