Dyon casually walked into Cathedral City, training his eyes on the massive renaissance era-like Church that loomed over everything.
The city itself was very reminiscent of what Dyon imagined a European town of the 1800s to look like, except for the fact that it was definitely much cleaner than a genuine city from that era would be, and it smelt much better too.
The aura of this town dripped with conservatism. The smiles of its people seemed faked and forced, their interactions were boxy and unnatural, even the children seemed to be walking on egg shells. Maybe the oddest part about it all was that these people seemed to think that this was just how people should act.
