Dangers in the Dark (2)
"…What do you think you're doing? You should be running now instead of attempting to do something that you can't do! It won't be enough! It cannot be enough!"
Drusilla was in her blood world as always.
She tried to reach out past the place that she was, extending her fingertips—trying to split the world and tear it into two with no avail.
She screamed but her voice reached no one's ears.
No. That was inaccurate.
Her voice reached out into a great distance, far more than she could have possibly dreamed of, but it did not reach the person that she wanted to hear.
"This is insanity." Drusilla vexed as she searched across the blood world and finally saw the blue shimmering light that concentrated on her. "—that Dryad had been a fluke. He could have died, would have died—I could not control her blood, and neither would he… and this is not something delving into the dream's of that… thing could fix. Think for yourselves if this is truly what you want—hah."