The Sun church had long since rotted from the inside.
Gwen knew that yet having dipped her hands in the administrative work within the Church, she came to know exactly how far the rot had spread.
Leaning back on her chair, she held back the urge to just throw her things around in frustration. To let out a scream and curse the God who sat at the very top.
There were so many issues ranging from small to downright huge. And if left unattended, could very well cripple some of the Sun Church's actions if an emergency was to appear.
The only reason why it looked remotely fine and even FUNCTIONAL was because of her father's efforts along with her aunt's.
But now that they're both injured, she had took it upon herself to try and lighten even a little bit of their burden.
Yet all that did was expose her to the sheer incompetency of some of these people sitting near the top.
