The Knight King's spectral eyes narrowed. "That's no ordinary beast. A Sobekline… it shouldn't exist this in this place. They are very territorial and their skin is highly sought after and precious"
The salamander hissed, tail lashing as if trying to warn its master. The movement only made ripples race across the pond toward the oncoming monstrosity.
Then the water went dark again, just for a heartbeat, before the jaws came down.
The Sobekline struck like a collapsing mountain. The swamp around them became an ocean of churning mud. Ludwig felt the air pressure change, that immense vacuum of motion before impact, the rush of displaced water screaming around his ears.
He didn't flinch.
His body moved before thought. One hand traced a half-circle through the air, a gesture almost lazy in its precision. Magic flared in the hollows of his palm, pure and red and hungry.
By the time the shadow of the Sobekline's mouth engulfed them, the weapon was already forming.
Nightbreaker.
