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For the next several hours of our journey, we focused on acquainting ourselves with 2021 and how Logris had split itself into eight villages, each occupying different locations across London. We also searched Supernatural Media and found the casino where his father had gotten into trouble with the faeries.

We arrived at London Central station at six in the evening, which was peak rush hour for both humans and supernaturals. Everyone disembarked, flooding a platform that was equally as grand as the one in Atlantis Central.

Brass lights hung down from above, looking like tiny balls of sunlight, and some of the pillars supporting its vaulted ceilings contained tiles that formed part of the murals that decorated the station. Artistic renditions of angels flew above us, with demons, vampires, and faeries occupying the walls.

I glanced around for images of the so-called lesser supernaturals—mages, witches, and shifters—but there was nothing apart from a few ordinary-looking people on the mu