Come to think of it, after the stained glass shattered and revealed the pitch-black entrance behind it, there was no immediate sense of danger rushing toward them as they had imagined. It looked fairly peaceful.
With another entrance now open, Yu Xing didn't hesitate. He stepped inside first, with Qu Xuanqing and Lingren close behind.
They crossed the modestly sized room and pushed open the door. The church's interior was far more spacious than it had looked from outside, as if space itself had been twisted and stretched.
The towering dome was gone, replaced by a membrane structure that writhed like the lining of a living creature's chest cavity. Pulsating blood vessels covered its surface, along with occasional malicious eyes that blinked open. It was much like the street outside.
The benches had long since rotted and warped, scattered across the floor like twisted bones.
A layer of viscous material, like half-dried blood, coated the ground. It made an unpleasant sticky sound beneath their feet.
Low, chaotic voices echoed through the air, like the sleep-mutterings of countless people. They tried to worm their way into the mind and unsettle its thoughts.
The white light from the Protection Badges had grown extremely faint here, like a candle guttering in the wind. It seemed to be deliberately suppressed, and all three could feel a heavy pressure bearing directly down on their minds and bodies.
No more "memories" of Edgar appeared in the hall. Yu Xing raised his head and looked toward the depths of the "dome," which resembled the walls of a living creature's chest cavity.
Their original goal had been the top of the church. They had planned to climb up and survey the surroundings, then locate the center of the City of Terror. Yu Xing sent out tendrils to scout