Doctor and Ace blast through wall

Ace’s two cans of Nitro Nine, compact and deadly tools she carries routinely, become the instrument of liberation. She primes them swiftly, places them against the barricade, then speaks a countdown before detonation. The blast obliterates the wall and sends debris flying, creating a jagged tunnel mouth just large enough to flee through. The cans are spent but effective—one and one explosion propelling the group toward survival.

The vestry is a cramped, sacred space turned battleground, its once-orderly pews and altar now strewn with overturned desks and shattered crucifixes. The doorway, reinforced by the Doctor’s team, tears apart under Ace’s explosive breach, debris raining down as haemovores’ snarls shake the stained-glass windows. It becomes both a refuge and a collapsing front line.

The reinforced primordial tunnel entrance materializes beyond the blown wall, its smooth metallic walls curving into the dark like a living thing. The Doctor herds the group through the jagged breach, the tunnel offering refuge from haemovores’ claws though its cold sterility bodes ill for safety deeper inside. Its alien craftsmanship contrasts with the church’s domestic ruins.

The vestry roof becomes the haemovores’ hunting ground above, where Jean and Phyllis await Sorin, their psychic presence amplified by the cold stone battlements. The low parapet offers no sanctuary—Sorin faces them unarmed except for the red star, the girls’ screams echoing over the rooftop as ancient gargoyles loom like silent judges.