The Dark Sector mirrored a cryptic version of London. The sky shifted into a hazy night and the architecture sharply transformed. Dasha never went too deep, believing it was foolish to explore a zone with such a hush-hush discussion around it. Where the Nebulous Bazaar was alive with creatures on the ground and in the sky, a mish-mash of mythology and humanity, the Dark Sector was the opposite. There were people of questionable origin, carriages pulled by horses and beaten creatures, and a light permeating fog. Many called this deeper area Dirty Old London.
With Grace and Xavier, he was able to explore this deep region of the Dark Sector with his head raised high. Dasha didn't need to ask where to go. He figured this would happen sooner or later.
The headquarters of the Whispers. That was where they were taking him.
"So…are you really him?" asked Grace.
Xavier shifted slightly. Concern, maybe? Dasha considered his response.
