[Alucard can't think of a rhyme or reason for any of this, but logic stopped some time ago.
This time, the spot does not wiggle like set gelatin. Instead, it gives way entirely, the piece of wall shattering as if made of glass. From behind it, there's nothing but a blank, white space.
The dhampir stares.]
Speak of something and it manifests. Make it bigger, we'll get out this way.
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[Alucard can't think of a rhyme or reason for any of this, but logic stopped some time ago.
This time, the spot does not wiggle like set gelatin. Instead, it gives way entirely, the piece of wall shattering as if made of glass. From behind it, there's nothing but a blank, white space.
The dhampir stares.]
Speak of something and it manifests. Make it bigger, we'll get out this way.