Natalie felt uneasy inside, but her face stayed emotionless. She walked forward with Cassian, calm and steady, as if nothing was wrong. Angus, however, was the complete opposite. The moment he saw the scene ahead, he instinctively took a step back. He gently tugged on Cassian's sleeve, leaned in, and whispered, "Kash, doesn't this place feel really creepy? Maybe we should—" Before he could finish, Natalie turned her head and gave him a cool look. She raised a finger to her lips in a clear "be quiet" gesture. Angus shrank his neck and immediately shut up. He stood quietly behind them and said nothing more. Fine. With these two in front, he would just hide in the back and stay out of trouble. They hadn't even brought Dynamite with them. That alone showed they didn't think much of this place. The two girls guarding the door led the three of them to an empty spot in the very last row. Then they handed over three square pieces of thick fabric, gesturing for them to sit where they were. Natalie glanced at the fabric. It was just a small piece of curtain cloth, folded several times and stitched around the edges. Basically, a homemade cushion. Everyone else had one by their feet, too. Judging by the size, they were clearly meant to sit on. The ground was freezing cold, no different from a block of ice. Sitting directly on it would be hard to endure. Especially for someone like Natalie. Sitting on cold ground was no joke. Still, the cushions were filthy, covered in dark stains. Natalie couldn't help feeling disgusted. Normally, a chapel would have plenty of benches. What happened? Did they chop them all up for firewood? Or move all the chairs away just so people could sit on the floor? Then again, maybe it was arranged to make it easier for everyone to stand up and do those strange movements. In the short time they hesitated, the people in front had already switched into two more difficult poses under the guidance of the woman in white on the stage. Natalie looked down at the cushion in the girl's hands. Given the situation, she couldn't openly use her storage space. Pulling out thick cushions from her backpack would also look suspicious. She had no choice but to accept the dirty cushion and place it on the ground. Using her backpack as cover, she quietly took out two old towels from her storage space. She and Cassian each laid one over the cushion before sitting down on the floor. Angus was a rough guy. He didn't care about dirt at all. Copying their movements, he sat down cross-legged without complaint. When the three of them were settled, the two girls in white robes whispered a reminder. "This is your first time here. You don't have to practice the Dawnmother technique yet. Just sit quietly and wait for the Shepherd to speak." After that, they left and returned to guarding the entrance. Dawnmother technique? Natalie raised an eyebrow and looked around. She had honestly thought these people were doing yoga to stay healthy. Their first pose had looked a lot like the yoga tree pose. Earlier, Martha said that Dawnlight focused on guiding people to be kind and helping them build a positive mindset. So Natalie had assumed these exercises were meant to train both body and mind.Looks like she had overestimated this cult. They were even copying yoga poses now. Worse, they were telling believers to force their breathing in strange ways, messing around without knowing what they were doing. Did they really not worry about hurting people? Natalie didn't follow any religion, but she strongly believed in traditional medicine. She also kept up regular workouts using Pilates and yoga. She knew very well that specific movements paired with proper breathing could help balance the body, strengthen bones, and improve circulation. That kind of training really worked. But those methods came from long study and careful practice, passed down over time. You couldn't just make up random moves and expect good results. Do it wrong, and it could easily backfire and damage the body instead. Almost on cue, just as Natalie was silently complaining, the group shifted. They moved from still poses into flowing motion. The woman in white spoke again, her voice calm and gentle, "Cross your hands. Lift them above your head. Palms facing up. Push upward with strength. Breathe in and out quickly. "Hold your breath. Open your arms. Palms facing down. Slowly lower them along your sides. "Take three strong breaths. Feel the heat in your belly..." Natalie stared at them, her face going blank. Wasn't that move copied straight from a Pilates stretch? And that breathing. What was that supposed to be? It was nothing like the controlled, natural breathing taught in proper Pilates classes. This looked frantic and forced. And "three strong breaths"? That was a great way to mess up your breathing. Cassian noticed her expression and gently tapped her hand, signaling her to stay calm. Natalie gave a small nod. She didn't know these people. Whether they trained well or ruined their bodies had nothing to do with her. If she stood up stupidly and tried to correct them, she'd probably get thrown out by this bunch of fanatics. So she sat on the floor, bored, wondering if the next move would be something like left and right strikes, like drawing a bow. The group changed styles again. This time, they launched into a few badly altered moves that looked like a twisted version of gentle fist training.