# Chase's pov
I stood in front of the exceptionally huge wall that separated the world of the dead from the
world of the living with Dracula, Andrew and Bennet standing beside me. We were all
putting on some stressed facial expressions. It was already seven years since I helped
Dracula trap the free ghosts and each day of those seven years we tried to break down the
huge wall. Dracula believed that with the powers that had been bestowed in me from the
sword of ghost hunter's sword, I was the only key to bringing the wall down and thus
breaking the spell that blocked them from crossing over.
For six years he made me sit in the basement archive reading books he had collected from
side B describing how to break the wall.
"Damn it! I still don't think I can break this wall. It's beyond my powers." I said after
attempting a few spells that all failed.
"Come on! We got a drive to take." Dracula said and took a step. We all followed him.