There aren't many other things in the City of Seven Hills, but there are plenty of places meant for holding rituals.
Across this city, scattered high and low, lie the seven hills: Palatino, Capitoline, Esquilino… and Aventine, each hill flanked by plazas, churches, temples, and assembly halls.
At its peak a million people once lived here; the current few hundred thousand, spread among them, don't feel crowded at all.
These Orthodox believers are guided by clergy from the direct-lineage Religious Orders under each great Saint; in proper order they line up from the first hill, Palatino, all the way up to the highest, the seventh hill, the Aventine Palace.
Beside every hill there are at least tens of thousands kneeling.
Vmmm—!
The seven-layered Silver Law unfolds, each layer corresponding to one hill here, turning them into unshakable ramparts.
All the people follow the clergy, chanting over and over a passage from the Book of Creation:
