// * ... marks the voice of the spirits
"The Church has a lot of power here," Isabela murmured. "Sometimes more than the nobles."
They entered through the main gates; sacred guards in white and gold armor bowed as Flavius showed his inspector's license.
The interior was even more impressive.
A very high vaulted ceiling painted with frescoes of divine battles, massive marble columns supporting everything, incense burning in golden braziers filling the air with the scent of sandalwood and myrrh, light entering through the stained glass windows creating colorful patterns on the polished stone floor.
Reverent silence.
Very few people, some priests walking slowly, nuns kneeling in prayer, faithful lighting candles.
A sacred atmosphere that even made Haru feel the need to speak softly.
"Wait here," Flavius said. "I'll go find the priest in charge of the mission." She left, leaving the group standing near the entrance.
