The same grand cathedral had risen once again.
Seven stories tall, branded on its walls with caramel, the construct stood proud, the silvery blue windows showing on all its levels reflecting the bright luminance of the stars beyond.
Four turrets shot from the cathedral, at their top ends an oil-painting of the Bishop, highlighted unnecessarily to sell her position in the odd religion she had manufactured for reasons unknown.
Perhaps it was a dream of hers, as a Priestess, to introduce more variety in Aigas.
Who knew?
Within the cathedral, a great hall accommodated the cautious Replicus, frowning Warding Pride and delighted Bishop.
It was very spacious.
A little too spacious.
Large, silvery blue tiling made up the floor while a pale gold ceiling littered with the same sort of glassy chandelier showed above.