The last line struck like iron on an anvil. The sound did not exist but his bones knew it. Immediately, energy far beyond anything he had ever been permitted to master or channel surged through his body, and then through the corpse. His depleted reserves did not matter. The vigorous heart of Wrath inside his own chest answered with a heavy, steady push, but even that became only one drum inside a marching line that stretched past sight.
[Necros's Blessing has ended]
The statement arrived at the exact point the pressure released. Before Ludwig could even take a gasp of air he did not need, he felt the whole world turn white. The white had no heat. It had the clean feel of a bare blade pulled free of a scabbard after a winter tucked away. Then the blade returned to the scabbard without a scrape, and he fell unconscious next to the corpse of the Knight King.
