Ludwig's tone carried that familiar snark that made him sound more alive than he had any right to be.
"If you wish." The Knight King said.
There was no warmth in the acceptance, but there was no objection either. It sounded like a man allowing a servant to choose the shape of a title.
"Good, then, let us begin… though there is a small problem," Ludwig said.
He rolled his shoulders once, feeling the room's contained air settle against his skin. The wards made everything feel closer, tighter, like even breathing was monitored. Ludwig's gaze shifted to the lantern, to the staff, to the space in front of him where ritual would soon take shape.
"What is it?" Kaiser asked.
The Lich's voice sharpened with interest, like a man leaning forward in a chair he couldn't leave.
"Eh, I'm pretty sure your body got pulverized…"
