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For a moment, everything was silent as Alucard stared at Mithias, one eyebrow raised in surprise. Then he shook his head, smiling, as he stuck his hands in the pockets of his trench coat. "My, I am astounded at your courage. Well, perhaps I credit you with too little. Ever eager to see things through, aren't we?" His smile seems tinged with sadness, just for a moment, before he turns around. "Very well. I suppose you deserve to see, after all. I thought to kill you before, but maybe no matter in what reality, we are destined to endure this, to witness it."

A portal opens, as Alucard steps through, once more changing locations. And beyond it lies a planet covered in ice, a familiar plane covered in craters, great beams of light piercing through where holes had been blown in the frozen ceiling. And yet the scene was different, the ground now covered in corpses, fresh. Many of them seemed humans, clad in armour forged from dragon scales and adorned with tattoos. But among them lay great dragons, slain through the force of numbers and overwhelming skill. It was a battlefield, one that had emerged not long after the heroes of HCL had left.

In the center of the plain, atop one of the fallen dragons, stood a woman. Tall, with bright red hair shining in the wind. It seems to shine, as if it were generating a light of it's own. It nearly outshone the slight glow of her eyes, which were slit like those of a reptile, staring intently at the dark figure that now marched across the ice. It was only after this that one might observe the rest of her. She was half naked, wearing only a series of fur coats and dragonhide belts, her brown skin covered in tattoos and blood, probably from the dragon now on the ground. She growled, revealing a series of pointed teeth. "Who are you? Where did you come from?"

Ignoring the woman, Alucard kept speaking to Mithias, even as he gathered his energy around him. "Allow me to tear down this world in front of you, and show you, truly, what pain is."