Soleia gasped as she caught the wet glint of fresh blood; the splash caused by the droplets seemed to echo in the dark tunnels, as though they were thunderous footsteps.
"Princess, don't look so alarmed, it looks a lot worse than it actually is," Ralph said reassuringly, before turning back to the wall.
He began to focus, and Soleia watched with bated breath as the blood seemed to glow with an eerie, metallic sheen. They seemed to burrow themselves within the very cracks of the stone wall.
"This is going to get noisy," Ralph noted cheerily. "Cover your ears, Princess."
Soleia barely clamped her hands over her ears before the very ground seemed to tremble beneath her feet― no, it was merely the false wall that was cracking before her very eyes, as though it was nothing more than a clay vase heartlessly smashed against the wall, forced to shatter into smithereens by the seemingly harmless rivulets of blood flowing through its creases.
