The once-empty streets were now filled with humanoid Nobodies. Ever since the Organization+ opened their city to those like themselves, the "Numberless" --as they had come to be called-- lived in peace. They no longer had to feel like outcasts, or to hide from the Organization's enemies. They were safe because the Numbered Nobodies, the strong ones, became their guardians. The Organization+ protected the Dark City's inhabitants by traveling through the World Portal whenever there was a threat.
There hadn't been an in-city attack since Helios and their mid-morning attack; since then, the city began to thrive. The Organization + began to traverse the other worlds, searching for the people that would soon occupy their city. As they returned with new residents, they became revered. They were no longer the weak group that nearly died whenever a threat appeared. Rather, they became strong in the two years that passed--strong enough to overcome the enemies who dared to threaten their home during that time.
The floating castle became the Organization's only center of operations and the Numbered Nobodies all lived there. They would come down to the Dark City, and even spend time interacting with the Numberless. Some would even check in on the new natural-born nobodies, all of which were still infants. It reminded them of what they were protecting. Other members of the Organization still came down from the castle and ran shops, even through the buildings had been closed while most of the Numberless were settling down in the city. To them, it was as though everything had changed, while simultaneously nothing had changed.
As for the Dark City itself, the title became a misnomer. The numbered nobodies no longer had to recreate the seasons using magic abilities--the result of an artificially created sun. Just like their Somebodies' worlds, the Dark City became a place where the seasons changed, a place where their sun would stay in the sky for longer during certain seasons. And just like the other worlds, daylight would fade from the sky--although it was like a dimming light rather than the sun sinking against the horizon. As the artificial sun dimmed to darkness, the other worlds could be seen, scintillating like stars in the pitch-black skies above.
The world may have changed, but it is still their world. And whatever they do, it is their job to protect it.
There hadn't been an in-city attack since Helios and their mid-morning attack; since then, the city began to thrive. The Organization + began to traverse the other worlds, searching for the people that would soon occupy their city. As they returned with new residents, they became revered. They were no longer the weak group that nearly died whenever a threat appeared. Rather, they became strong in the two years that passed--strong enough to overcome the enemies who dared to threaten their home during that time.
The floating castle became the Organization's only center of operations and the Numbered Nobodies all lived there. They would come down to the Dark City, and even spend time interacting with the Numberless. Some would even check in on the new natural-born nobodies, all of which were still infants. It reminded them of what they were protecting. Other members of the Organization still came down from the castle and ran shops, even through the buildings had been closed while most of the Numberless were settling down in the city. To them, it was as though everything had changed, while simultaneously nothing had changed.
As for the Dark City itself, the title became a misnomer. The numbered nobodies no longer had to recreate the seasons using magic abilities--the result of an artificially created sun. Just like their Somebodies' worlds, the Dark City became a place where the seasons changed, a place where their sun would stay in the sky for longer during certain seasons. And just like the other worlds, daylight would fade from the sky--although it was like a dimming light rather than the sun sinking against the horizon. As the artificial sun dimmed to darkness, the other worlds could be seen, scintillating like stars in the pitch-black skies above.
The world may have changed, but it is still their world. And whatever they do, it is their job to protect it.
