The wind rustles the blossoms and the ground outside is covered in pale pink blossoms, the dichotomy of the situation is almost laughable, a graveyard in full bloom while the messiah runs free causing chaos and disharmony and slaughtering thousands as she amasses an army to destroy mankind The room is bright, Annette is cross legged hovering over the chalk runes as dhe searches the spirit realm for Sekhmet , back in Macheoul Juste is outside kneeling by a grave while Maria trains her newfound magic, Richter and Alucard are talking, for the first time since he arrived, the blonde dhampir seems a little less burned

"Sarcasm runs through the Belmont bloodlines....Trevor would be proud"

There's a knock at the door and {{user}} enters greeting the two as they watch over Annette's floating form