The interior of the church was just as dilapidated as its exterior. The roof was not leaking, at least — that was a relief, considering that they were going to have to spend some time here.
There was surprisingly little dust, too. A wide open space led to an ornate altar, with rows of benches covered in white fabric. Above it all, tall stained-glass windows were shimmering dimly with the pale light of electric street lamps.
The dark expanse of the abandoned church was illuminated with colorful radiance because of it.
Sunny did not mind the forlorn ambiance and the poignant feeling of lost sanctity. He quite liked decrepit temples, actually… visiting one made him feel nostalgic.
Morgan, however, seemed a little surprised.
She looked around with curiosity, then shook her head.
"This is not right."
Sunny raised an eyebrow.
"What is?"
She gestured to the altar and the stained-glass windows above it.
"This church. The iconography does not match any of the religions that would have been widespread before the Dark Times. At least none that I recognize."
Sunny scratched the back of his head.
He did not really know a lot about religion — few people did, in the world of the Nightmare Spell.
It was hard to believe in anything after learning that the gods did exist, but were dead. The government had spent decades discouraging worship of any kind, as well. Perhaps it was because various cults had caused a lot of trouble for the First Generation, both the government and the Legacy Clans wanted people to seek spiritual fulfillment in things other than mystical beliefs.
It was only now that Nephis had ascended to Supremacy that worship was once again spreading among the population — in more senses than one.
Nephis and the Fire Keepers were dealing with people who were starting to worship the Immortal Flame and its last daughter, while Sunny and the Shadow Clan were busy dealing with the doomsday cults that kept sprouting from the ground like mushrooms after the rain.
In any case, he had only a very vague impression of what religions were being exercised during the Dark Times, let alone before them.
"What, are you an expert on ancient religions, too?"
Morgan gave him a wry smile.
"You told me not to swing my Legacy education around."
Sunny coughed.
"Oh… yes, I did."
He looked around.
"So what's wrong with this church?"
Come to think of it…
He frowned. It was only now that he noticed that there were tall mirrors artfully installed here and there around the church. Their masterful placement made it so that endless kaleidoscopes of reflections stretched into infinity, catching the light falling from the stained-glass windows and making the interior of the church seem many times larger than it was.
It would have looked wondrous and beautiful… if not for his memories of the Mirror Maze that made Sunny's skin crawl.
'I hate mirrors.'
Morgan shrugged.
"It's just… anachronistic? I'm not sure if that word really fits. The point I am trying to make is that there would not have been a church like this one on Earth, in this period of time. The outward symbology of temples and churches of Mirage City is quite consistent with historic records, though, so I find it strange."
At that moment, Saint, who had kept silent for the longest time, finally let her voice be heard.
Looking at them in exasperation, she asked:
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