Alucard laughs, as he walks forward, once more in combat-ready position. "I do not know this Kami fellow you speak of. Mayhap I ate him, and do not recall. It doesn't matter." Casually, he rips off his left arm with his right, bright red blood spraying the dirt. He then drops the bloodied black limb to the ground, where it begins to bubble and shift, black tendrils digging into the soil, further searching the Earth for any energy to devour. Already, it grew and spread under the ground, a strange silence falling over the natural rustle of tiny insects through the Earth. "You truly do not know me, do you? It doesn't matter." The blood flowing from his stump turns black, soon twisting and gathering to reform his arm.

"Tell me, have you ever wondered what happens when you let go? Of all those limits restricting your movement? Of the chains of compassion, of measurement, of sanity?" Flames dance around Alucard's feet, seeming to swirl about him unnaturally, bound to no fuel. A wave of writhing flames shoots over him, a blazing cyclone surrounding him until nothing but a dark silhouette can be seen. Twin pinpricks of red light glare out from the centre of the inferno. "I'm not here to kill you, Mithias. I'm here to show you another way."

The flames gather above Alucard's upturned palm, into a single point of white light. A miniature star, waves of heat setting the dried remains of the forest ablaze. Even from this distance, Mithias knew that any normal being would have been burnt to a crisp. Even his body would sustain some damage should that flame strike him. And even now it was growing hotter, feeding off of Alucard's power.

"This day, you will kill me. And you will join me."

He then hurls the tiny orb, which rapidly expands into a wall of blazing fire, attempting to engulf and completely destroy Mithias.