I think it's already manifested it's untrustworthiness. No city is as...[The dhampir pauses. He grew up the son of a recluse and barely went into the cities like Targoviste in the first place. Who is he to say anything about a city?] There's a certain undertone that suggests the entire façade of the city is a mask for whatever direction an ancient magic intends to go.

[Magic is about intent so far as Alcuard has learned it. So he must ask:]

In your experience, what does similar ancient magic intend?