The night air was damp with mist as Ren and Lilith crept through the narrow side streets of Rainhold, sticking to the dark shadows cast by the tall and beautifully painted buildings with their overgrown balconies.
The marble spires of the Church of the Shivering Tree rose in the air, the roofs shining under the light of the moon, some of the windows spilling orange light.
They stopped at the edge of the last alley, staring across the wide avenue that circled the massive fence surrounding the church grounds.
In a city that was practically choke full of people and buildings stacked wall to wall, the church was unique. Standing taller than every other building in the city, it was a massive marble complex surrounded by more than an acre of trees, the only true green in Rainhold.
"Why does the church get all the space?" Lilith muttered, eyes scanning the incredibly tall wrought-iron fence. "Everything else in this city is crushed together like packed meat."
