If what I saw from afar was already beautiful, this—even closer—was breathtaking. It would be an understatement to say that this was the most beautiful building I'd ever seen.
The White Church, as the name suggests, was an all-white building in many different shades of white. There were four great pillars at the front, each carved with such intricacy that it would probably take you some time to fully appreciate their beauty. Then there were the spires, taller than your eyes could ever take you. A tall tower stood by the side, housing a bell that was currently chiming loudly at the same time the door was opened.
"Looks like we came at the perfect time," Luke said, forcing me to stop gaping at the church.
