In the western district of Green City, a cone-topped church lay hidden within a slum.
Gray banners that resembled the shattered wings of demons were mounted on the half-circle white stone doors of the church, fluttering eerily in the night wind.
Under the cold moonlight, the patterns on the banners were blurred, their shadows twisting in the wind like grotesque demons waving their sharp claws.
Enter the church.
In the darkness, the dim warm candlelight and torchlight faintly illuminated the church hall, but the insufficient lighting made the surroundings very dim.
Looking around the church through the weak light.
On the black walls, horrific patterns were painted in a blood-red color that sent chills down the spine—Devils of hell devouring humans, demons of the abyss tearing apart the earth, destruction and death were conveyed through the walls to every human who stopped to stare.
Dark and horrifying.
Such an environment was enough to make any normal human turn and flee.
