The streets were empty, and the first hour inside this place, there was an odd silence, as any words spoken seemed to vanish, as if there was something in the air that was consuming the sound.
Three thousand young Siphons spread through the lower districts like a net, their boots echoing off buildings that had not seen maintenance in decades, as their torches cut through the perpetual twilight that had settled over this part of the city.
For many of them, it was a shock seeing this part of their city, as they had never been to the slums or seen how the poor and normal folk lived their lives, and it was almost as if they were in another place and not the magnificent city they had known all their lives.
