518, City of the Dead

Outside the city and inside the city.

They were completely two different worlds.

Once Lord Minette and her people entered the city,

all they could see was darkness.

Hazy and indistinct, as if partly hidden and partly visible.

It was as if someone was whispering in their ears, speaking in an obscure and difficult language, inciting a crazed desire within them.

But there was no one...

They could not see a single person.

It was as though the city had become a ghost town.

A strange color flashed across Lord Minette's delicate face.

She suddenly turned her head to look back.

The road they had come by had disappeared without a trace.

"It seems we've been treated differently,"

the others said with furrowed brows, "The space has become disordered; we've been pulled into an unfamiliar London City."

As they were talking,

suddenly,

they leapt down from their horses.