The church itself gave off a dominant, oppressive aura. With each step Sylvaris took closer, the towering spires seemed to stretch higher into the sky, looming like spears of divine judgment. It truly felt like stepping into the house of a god — in every literal, arrogant sense.
Majestic building, Sylvaris mused. Would be a shame to see it fall. Well, that depends on how they treat me here. I might not have the strength yet to bring down an entire organization like this... but one day? A single breath from me could sweep it all away like dust. Some "heroes" in stories had that power, sure — but they were cowards. They cared too much about their precious image. Not me. Just wait until I rule the world. They'll fear me and love me both — exactly the way it should be.
His mind stirred with dark promises as he passed through the massive, open five-meter-tall doors.
The sight that greeted him stole even his breath for a moment.
