"The distance of worship, is it closer or farther?"
Walking on the streets of Holy Soccarnas, the girl felt a sense of solemnity, a kind she had never witnessed elsewhere.
The tall and magnificent buildings stood like walls hundreds of meters high, walking beneath them, it felt like the towering walls that concealed the sky might crush her, creating an illusion of impending collapse.
Vehicles traveled the streets, but their style resembled ancient magical vehicles found only in museums, cumbersome and inconvenient, like moving fortresses. Tourists were sparse here, and anyone wishing to enter Saint Carthanas has to undergo numerous screenings, some might apply for ten years just to get one chance for a pilgrimage.
Everywhere could be seen members wearing cult uniforms, each carrying a Holy Scripture encased in metal, the books chained to their belts, its pages yellowed and aged, each word handwritten. Additionally, they carried a weapon.
