It was raining tonight. A black luxury car pulled up at the entrance to the hotel. Mona held up an umbrella for Wayne, getting into the back seat with him. The driver glanced at the rearview mirror, his eyes glinting silver.0

Mona narrowed her eyes, making sacred golden light bloom. They had confirmed each other’s identity.0

The driver started the car, heading to the Holy Mother Cathedral. It was built during the Renaissance as an academy rather than a church. The interiors were gloriously magnificent, adorned with expensive alabaster statues and complex, extravagant decorations, employing many curves. The elaborate complexity was typical of the Baroque style.0

A few years ago, it was expanded and renovated into a cathedral. With a few added spirals, the architecture became Gothic.0

The black car stopped at the cathedral. Mona got out to hold up an umbrella for Wayne, exposing half of her body to...0