[ But he looks to the white haired man, who nods. Very well, the sun it is. Still supporting Alucard with his bad arm, he uses his good one to spin the head of the morning star until it gains momentum and then releases it, allowing it to puncture the ceiling above Carmilla. A beam of light floods through the gap, and when it touches Carmilla her flesh bubbles angrily. Only for a moment. Then, she’s dust. The pigs oink in objection, but the forgemaster speaks to them softly until they calm. ]
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[ But he looks to the white haired man, who nods. Very well, the sun it is. Still supporting Alucard with his bad arm, he uses his good one to spin the head of the morning star until it gains momentum and then releases it, allowing it to puncture the ceiling above Carmilla. A beam of light floods through the gap, and when it touches Carmilla her flesh bubbles angrily. Only for a moment. Then, she’s dust. The pigs oink in objection, but the forgemaster speaks to them softly until they calm. ]