The morning fog enveloped the deserted streets.
The waiting members of the Twisted Church watched intently from beneath the ruins on the street.
Puxiu's fur was dotted with dewdrops, its tail wagging like a spinning wheel.
"I am... worried about you."
Ophelia, approaching, rasped out her emotions.
"It's time to go, we've stayed too long." The Tentacle Cultist murmured heavily.
Lu Li turned to gaze at the place, which from the outside seemed to take only a dozen minutes to pass through. He looked away, following the cultists as they retraced their steps,
towards the end of the street where the makeshift high walls of the Twisted Church emerged.
The gathering members opened the door, allowing this group of companions, who had lingered outside for a day, to enter.
The cultists dispersed, and Lu Li and Katerina proceeded elegantly towards the church in the center of the clearing.
