[Alucard nods, and murmurs the right words. For the dead travel fast.
And so the dark tunnel appears, the one that lets the undead move as they please. An outpost of the netherworld, a signifier of the undead's liminal space. He can travel it in short bursts before being worn tired. For anything else, it's a true trial.
He walks in with Trevor's hand in his, immediately weighted down by the place's natural gravity. It's a sense that only intensifies the further in they go, and Alucard's eyes remain ever ahead. But he has a companion, and he knows that this is not easy.]
If you need me to stop, say so. We can exit and wait until you have energy again.
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And so the dark tunnel appears, the one that lets the undead move as they please. An outpost of the netherworld, a signifier of the undead's liminal space. He can travel it in short bursts before being worn tired. For anything else, it's a true trial.
He walks in with Trevor's hand in his, immediately weighted down by the place's natural gravity. It's a sense that only intensifies the further in they go, and Alucard's eyes remain ever ahead. But he has a companion, and he knows that this is not easy.]
If you need me to stop, say so. We can exit and wait until you have energy again.