Andrey's nights were still noisy, but Lyle could no longer maintain his usual attitude to push open the golden door.
"Church of the Holy Light."
Only those who were lost in their hearts would go to church to pray, but Lyle was not one of them; on the contrary, his expression was very resolute.
The new doors seemed to be made of marble blessed by holy light, somewhat heavy, but now Lyle still managed to push them open with some effort. The friction sound of the moving doors echoed in the vacant church as Lyle opened his eyes in the glow, looking upon those familiar figures.
With himself included, all the members who had once filled out that club application form were present.
Loveday knelt on one knee near a pillar, listening to the holy light.
Aryan sat on the first bench on the right side, and Lyle could only see the back of her bowed head.