Chapter 1554 - Protector of the West - Part 3

Oliver looked up at the old buildings. At the Church of Claudia, in particular. A building hundreds and hundreds of years old, with all the immaculate architecture that went along with it, bespeaking of a stonemason that did it not for coin, but for the glory of the Goddess that he served. So many tiny details, in the smallest of places, in a single hand sized figure about the door, displaying Claudia, to the highest level of beauty that mortal mind could imagine, a task that no doubt took days, and one that the stonemason had chosen to do anyway, despite the sheer immensity of the project he had to contend with. The church was of tremendous scale, capable of holding hundreds of people at once, and with a bell tower on top, that had once echoed, ringing out the times of the day for the people to hear.