The entrance to the cathedral was adorned with massive wooden doors which were miraculously intact and in very good condition despite half the building being in ruins.
They were already open and seemed as if they had frozen mid motion. The Crimson Moon's light fell across the threshold at an angle that made the interior look less like a place of worship and more like the entrance to a tomb.
Ishiki hesitated a bit and then stepped inside the cathedral. It was a little colder inside than the outside, shrouded in deep shadows.
The main hall stretched before him in all its dead glory. It was vast and hollow.
The ceiling soared overhead, supported by what had once been a magnificent network of arches and vaulted supports. Now, half of those supports were gone, collapsed in the same cataclysm that had destroyed so much of the island.
Through the gaps, he could see the dark sky above, painted crimson by the burning moon.
