The massive door swung open with a loud creak as Emory pushed it, to Emory's surprise the church wasn't empty as he had expected, It even looked as if there was a sermon in session. People of different race, ethnicity and species sat in rows, listening intently to the preaching of the man on the altar
The people in the church dressed normally (normal for Nocturna) except for a few figures who stood around the congregation, they were clad in a shiny silvery hooded robe that extended all the way down and covered their feet.
"Synthians" Emory muttered
Emory looked around the cathedral, taking in its sight.
As they stepped inside, the transition from the gloomy and cold outside streets of Nocturna to the warm and welcoming atmosphere of the church was drastic.
