Manipulation would be an inadequate word, to wholly describe what William went through just a moment ago. He had no idea what went on, so surely he couldn't have caused everything that just happened.
The fact that he survived underground, was another sign that mother nature herself seemingly shifted her own laws, for accommodation's sake!
It was odd, and these waves of uncertainty further pressured why the fangs were so important. Although he couldn't figure them out yet, their use was destined for greatness!
Of course, he was still concerned at the moment. "Ugh, dunno if I should meet the kids like this. They're demons, but still shouldn't see me looking like a corpse."
"Wish this world had phones, I could call Olivia to help me look clean-ish." He further complained.
