[ It doesn't take much effort or fanfare; Haru lifts a hand, pressing her palm against what looks to be thin air, and murmurs something under her breath. There's a very small sound, like someone dropping glass shards on concrete, and she lifts her chin and pushes the gate open. ]
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[ It doesn't take much effort or fanfare; Haru lifts a hand, pressing her palm against what looks to be thin air, and murmurs something under her breath. There's a very small sound, like someone dropping glass shards on concrete, and she lifts her chin and pushes the gate open. ]
Can you sense another Servant, Arenvald?