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Honestly Conrad wasn’t trying to blame him at all. Trevor wouldn’t have known at all, and not everyone does have such keen senses for magic either. Though from the reaction that the boy had, it looked as if maybe he was being too harsh in his explanation as well.
Though right now was at least ensuring the both of them survived at the very least. Though he was thankful that Trevor was armed, sure the kid was young…but at least he did end up learning (albeit the hard way) that the boy wasn’t helpless at all.
He just had to attempt to dial down how protective he could be at the least…which was always the difficult part.
“I actually don’t know. I have never been able to peer into the contents of it before. Perhaps it could be a story, or….perhaps a challenge instead. Regardless, now that we’re in it, we just have to find some way to get out…considering there is always an end to every book as it is.”
Though it always helped to be prepared as well, he didn’t have a physical weapon on him, but he didn’t need it. Instead a pair of blades made of ice appeared in the air instead, floating beside him as he continued to take a good look around this place.
They could see each other fine, but despite that, there was a very dark aura around the place. The paths in front of them shrouded by a mist as if it was trying to obstruct their view of the way forward. It was hard to tell if they were inside a building or out in the woods with how the environment was. And yet…the floor beneath them felt hard..almost like the hardwood floor he had back home.
Really, all he knew was that this place felt very unnatural…there was no obvious source of light at all either. Something that even puzzled the vampire too, just what sort of place was this even?
Though he only paused in his observation of the surroundings when Trevor decided to bring up about that…
“I won’t…at least not without giving you proper warning either. But…we are going to have to watch each other’s backs here. I…will be counting on you as well.” He assured, trying to do his best to at least not treat Trevor like a little child anymore.
“We’ll get out when the book ends,” he muttered, looking around the darkness, “...won’t we?”
He wasn’t scared, not yet. But he was nervous. They couldn’t see anything, they had no idea where they were besides being in a book, they had no idea what they were up against, if they were even up against anything.
Peering around, Trevor couldn’t see much more than Conrad. Everywhere was the same unremarkable fog. He couldn’t hear anything, he couldn’t feel any breeze, he couldn’t smell anything. As far as he was concerned, there was nothing around them, minus the fog.
“Should we just...pick a direction and start walking?” Trevor asked. With a determined frown, he closed his eyes, spun around twice and a quarter, and pointed where he stopped. “Then let’s go that way!”
There was nothing different about that direction compared to any other, but Trevor nodded to himself like he’d made a grand, pivotal decision and began to walk.













