As the chapel ahead drew closer, Natalie felt a tight knot form in her chest. The armored vehicle slowed and stopped a short distance from the building. No one was around anymore. The gathering inside had likely already begun. Natalie hesitated for a moment, then decided not to bring the three little ones with her. She had no idea what the situation inside the chapel would be like. From what she had seen earlier, when people were still entering, the place looked crowded. The three of them stood out too much. They were unusual, large, and impossible to ignore. If they caused a stir, it could turn into trouble. So she gave them a few quiet instructions and left them in the vehicle. That was the advantage of having a bulletproof armored truck. If it had been an ordinary car, Natalie would never have dared to leave them behind like this. Angus, meanwhile, acted like a well-behaved kid. He took small steps and followed closely behind Natalie and Cassian. Natalie glanced at him and almost laughed. He looked huge and rough, like someone hard to mess with, but in truth, he was easy to scare. She had only warned him a few times, and now he kept his head down and behaved himself. The three of them soon pushed open the main doors of the chapel. But instead of the meeting space, what greeted them was a long, narrow chapelway. At the far end of the chapel, directly facing the entrance, hung a massive cross. It had been covered with a layer of white cloth. The fabric was thin, and the red shape of the cross beneath it was still clearly visible. Natalie let out a quiet scoff inside her mind. This Dawnlight really knew how to take shortcuts. Cover up a church symbol with a piece of cloth, and suddenly it becomes their own chapel?How was this any different from hanging a cross inside a church? Outrageous! They walked farther down the corridor and soon came to a glass door. Natalie glanced inside. There were many large round tables arranged neatly, like a dining area. But at the moment, it was completely empty. The three of them kept walking down the corridor. Before long, they saw another large door. This one was no longer glass. It was a wooden, old-fashioned sliding door, the kind you might see at a wedding, the kind the bride pushes open when she makes her entrance. This had to be the main hall. Two women in white robes stood by the door, one on each side. Calling them "white robes" was generous. In truth, they were wrapped in thick, bulky winter clothes, with a layer of white cloth draped over the outside. Natalie immediately noticed how distinct these two women were from the survivors outside. They were not thin or hollow-faced. Their faces were round, their cheeks full, and their skin pale with a healthy pink glow. Their complexions looked excellent. On top of that, their features were delicate and well-shaped. By apocalypse standards, they were rare beauties. Natalie instantly thought of what Martha had mentioned before. Saintesses. These two had to be them. The women quickly noticed the three newcomers. They raised a finger to their lips, signaling for silence, and walked over at once. In low voices, they greeted them. "Blessed be." Angus frowned when he saw the strange gesture, hands crossed over the chest, heads slightly bowed. Natalie and Cassian were already used to the people here acting oddly. They replied without hesitation, "Blessed be. This is our first time here." The two women smiled warmly. "Welcome home." Then they smoothly pushed open the door. The three of them looked inside and froze. The space inside was about the size of a soccer field, packed tightly with people. Only the center was left empty. There stood a large heater made from scrap metal sheets. Inside, it burned wood and all kinds of flammable junk, barely enough to serve as heating. For a space this big, the heater was clearly not enough. The interior was bitterly cold. Thick sheets of frost clung to the tightly shut windows. And yet, the people inside seemed completely unaffected by the temperature. They stood quietly and neatly in place. Everyone was standing on their right leg alone. Their left knee was bent, with the left foot pressed against the inside of the right thigh. Both arms were raised high above their heads, palms pressed together. It was an awkward, creepy-looking pose. Even though many of them were clearly shivering from the cold, not a single person changed position. With so many people holding the same posture, the scene looked strangely grand. On a raised platform at the front stood seven women in white robes. Facing the believers below, they held the exact same pose. The woman in the very center wore a small clip-on microphone, the kind that teachers use in class. Her voice was gentle as she gave instructions. "Breathe in with us. Breathe out. In again... "Keep your knees aligned. Feel the energy flow from the top of your head back down to your center..." What was this? Yoga? Natalie watched in quiet amazement. How were these people managing to stand on one leg so steadily while wearing such heavy clothes? And how were they holding such difficult poses? What surprised her even more was this: when the three of them came in, the door opening and closing made plenty of noise. Yet not a single person turned around. Not even a reflexive glance. That alone felt wrong. People loved to watch the excitement. This kind of calm did not feel natural at all.