Death loomed in the air as Oathcarver was creating a downward arc.
But the Herald roared.
Not from the throat.
From the chest.
From deep within the ribcage Ludwig had once split open.
The rune-inscribed cavity shone, pulsing as it twisted violently—reaching for the chain and yanking Ludwig toward it. The undead warrior flew forward, off balance.
And the Herald caught him.
Massive claws wrapped around Ludwig's chest, hoisting him like a sack of meat, then slamming him into the ground with enough force to crater the earth.
[-3,229 HP]
Ludwig gasped—not out of pain, but momentum, black sludge bursting from his mouth. He saw stars—cold ones, drifting in the corners of his vision.
But he didn't stop.
Even as the Herald loomed over him, he kicked.
Straight into the creature's shin.
With all the undead strength he could muster.
Crunch.
The Herald howled in real pain for the first time, staggering.
