[ He hums. Fair enough. It's where his interest lies, too. He does not believe in stories and legends. But whether or not what's occurred has been enshrined in myth, it's evidently real enough to be sweeping the land.

To invade their dreams. ]

If I had to offer a thought, [ he begins, slowing down as they reach the path to Alucard's home, ] nearly everything which makes itself known after a slumber is through a disturbance. Shifted them out of hiding or their natural habitat.

[ If the gods are real, then they have come here because something drew them here. Or pushed them into existence, be it blood spilled, magic gone awry. But it's always something. ]