Lillian poked her head out for a look, then hurriedly drew it back.
She struggled to keep her face taut, keeping the embarrassing expression of someone who had never seen the world off her face.
As an Immortal, and a unique existence like the Hollow Cathedral at that, Lillian felt she ought to count as well-traveled.
Yet every day in this Courtyard, she felt her worldview being rewritten.
Take where she was now, for instance.
Lillian looked out the window with a complicated expression.
A huge, hideous eye was pressed against the window, staring at her without moving.
As though sensing her gaze, the eye slowly withdrew, and only then could she finally see its full form.
It was actually a tentacle.
The enormous eye that had filled the entire window looked much smaller on that tentacle. On just one arm, there were countless eyes, all staring at her without blinking.
Lillian's face twitched. She simply pushed the window open and leaped out.
She still lived in her own High Tower, but the High Tower now looked completely different.
At the top of the High Tower, a massive rift stretched across it, seawater pouring out continuously and flowing down the High Tower from top to bottom.
The High Tower had always been extremely tall. Now, wreathed in mist, it looked like a waterfall cascading down from the heavens.
The seawater flowing down the High Tower gathered into a river beside it and surged toward the enormous lake nearby.
There had originally been no lake here. As more water poured in, a lake had formed.
The streams in the Wood converged here as well.
Lillian withdrew her gaze from the distance. Around the High Tower, the Communion's believers were bustling back and forth.
They came and went, hauling away the mined