The light passed through the large vitrages, the colourful light illuminating a pristine white round room. Tall, chiselled pillars held the dome-like ceiling. Everything was white, the roof, the floor and the wall with plates of polished white marble covering them.
A massive shiny altar with a hundred of magical candles glowing in pure white light stood in the room.
A dozen of people in white robes knelt on the cold floor before the altar. Their faces were hidden behind the pure masks made of light. None of them moved, all of them quietly muttering in prayers.
"This town is full of evil. There is no salvation!" suddenly, one of them spoke, and everyone stopped preying as they looked at him.
"First, brother, there must still be hope. We can't forsake these people just because they were misguided!"