After what felt like a long and silent drive, the vehicle finally rolled to a halt in front of the towering gates of the High Priests' headquarters. The sheer presence of the structure was intimidating. It was an old, towering cathedral-like building adorned with massive stained glass windows and looming statues that seemed to judge every step we took. Yet, despite its sacred, religious aura, what caught my eye the most wasn't the architecture... but the absurd number of guards surrounding the place.
Calling them guards felt odd. Each of them was dressed in the ceremonial garb of a typical priest with flowing white robes, ornate sashes, and crosses embroidered with golden thread. The contradiction was jarring. It was like watching monks try to act like military men. The sight alone made something twist inside me. It felt wrong.
"For a church, this place is way too heavily guarded," Rose muttered beside me, her eyes scanning the robed figures cautiously.
